Between life and death
I get consumed bit by bit
Like a crumb of bread
Unpredictable waves of
Events sometimes rock boat
Of an ever enduring heart
Fragile mind can no more
Dares to relinquish closed
Comfort of dank graveyard
Hands are raised forcibly
To wave and wish stale
Good bye to the opening bud
@Tiku 23/06/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem