Death will come one day for sure
To knock down a tree in the forest
Out of all the trees but that tree
When it dawned to all people
All will hold their jaws
And look straight forward
Not for the first time but with disbelieve
Some will say not that tree
Of all the trees, why that tree
Some will confess, we knew that the sun will not rise on him
Some will say, thank God the pain has lost the grip
The kite has flown heavenward out of side
Time to leave the tree alone
Don’t shake it lest the snake will fall off and disturb the peace
Death threats far apart as winter and summer
But close to the fluctuates of autumn weather
Warmth of the day bringing hope and smiles
Like the turn of wither to the bright of bloom
Soon the cold will bring forth despair convocations
Like the dissipation of a candle light after a lull
Death will eventually beckon
No more will he be seen
Winter will be in full swing
Like grass blades all the hope will be dry and bristle
Ready to cry like the whistle of the wind blow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem