[ This Poem is a satire over our human life and human feelings, in a fast moving competitive world, becoming more and more mechanical and objective respectively.]
Looking to the coffin,
'Good Bye! ', I told her
Said I again.
But,
She didn't hear.
White was her face,
And closed were her eyes,
Louder I said, 'Good Bye'
Not dead was her, I knew.
Just sinking.
But,
Bound were her arms,
And tied were her toes.
Me who bound, me who tied,
No time to be wasted.
It is done!
'Good Bye'
I've a party...
Let me go now,
My job is done!
So...'Good Bye'
For her, 'Rest in peace'.
For me, rest, in peace.
Good Bye!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poet has for once tried to remove the mask of the contemporary attitude of the multitude.