The sun drowns in the sea
In a blaze of crimson glory
Could death be so easy? !
Death can take us at anytime, we all live on borrowed time. Great Haiku.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Dave, thanks for reviewing the poem and having liked it. But, what I feel is that, just like the sun that drowns into the sea to rise up the next morning, our soul too upon our death, rises up somewhere elsewhere.