They gather in the cemetery
and decorate their beloved graves
enlivening the deadened memories,
dust the epitaphs off
to get a proper reflection of
Subtle pain in their eyes
They light up candles
to locate the sorrow
hidden somewhere in their hearts
I have nowhere to go today
I look up to the grey sky
and try to feel the warmth
of my father’s eye
His grave exists nowhere
but in me
and I am his epitaph
this is certainly one of the best poems i have ever read, , thanx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an appealing and sincere write. truly touched!