yes there were three of
us
we were one company on that day when it was about to rain
it did not.
we were wearing white
someone wished death for the other
but no one was telling
it is the truth
that death-wish that is there but we do not like to admit
it is there
speaking, singing, teasing, taunting
and no matter how we choke it with our handkerchiefit speaks
louder
shouting wildly
teasing us
badly
yes we are watching the burial
of a dead man
we are silent
we have the same wish for one another.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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