Once you are dead,
You are the yesterday’s paper.
The hot news is forgotten.
Once you are dead
You are the fallen leaf.
No speck of green is found.
Fortunately you will not be there
To witness and weep.
09.12.2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
how true sir...we can as well live and enjoy...now