The broken man was telling
of the death of his friend.
And that he had been crying
to mourn, As mouthfuls of blood
would gush from his liver.
For many days the angel
of death had been eyeing,
No one knew, it would descend so near
Islamabad
Oct 26,2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So horrible the mourning. Actually mourning is the last shelter of the broken mans helpless and hopeless journey perhaps. No need of deaths descending, a movable death has been already picturised with words. Beautiful darkness you have painted where the angel of death seems to be light. Sad. Really the saddest ending of hopeless life. Thank you poet. But yet we have to run long.......... 10++++ Regards, pranab