Drunk at the university
Trekking towards another life,
our life's stories get passed on,
the papers burned, the pages gone,
words lost, letters left unfurled,
when we climbed the highest branch,
tethered to our words, others
start the count, falling down like
playing cards, our souls mixed
together in other lives, they
carry over, feeding nature,
while nurture sits this one out.
'And we wonder,
what could have been.'...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Profound poem of a lesion learned. Good poem.