A yellow taxi parked at road side.
A woman wanted to commit suicide.
She jumped off from 8th floor of high rise.
Then fell onto the roof of taxi with a loud noise.
She sustained only bruise and scratch,
still alive with a deep breath.
The roof was totally wrecked,
making the driver very sad.
He thanked God because he escaped death.
She cursed God because she was not dead.
Maybe their lives were given a new chance.
Maybe in hell the room was not vacant.
Maybe in heaven, the angels too busy to make a welcome arrangement.
To live or to die is in God's hand.
It is only a matter of when.
Death will surely arrive in the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good write and a nice message!