In early morning with strings
I felldown by asniper bullet
and I asked hin to reveal her mask
let see your face
before being shot salvation
before that recent walrus breath
and then she screaming my lord
wer is your preth
it was snipers
my baby
do you remeber
our favorites song
let me see your face
under the same sun
in the same place
let me see your ayes
in light moon befor adeth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death is a stark reality but it is more painful when imposed on us. You have tried to shed your pain and misery in poetry. Death's kiss is so heart-rending.