You don't want to die of infirmity
Moved on a four wheel couch
Wired and re-wired
till the arrival of the divine Messenger
Ready to apprehend your soul
You don't want to die of combustion
Seeing each vein and fur and spike
Razed down by fire storm
Till dust and embers are left
Ruffled by a slight breeze
You don't want to die of crash
To prevent assemblage of mortals
Seeing how your bones crushes
While the reckage is ablaze glittering for their last curdles
How then do you want to die?
Death Is the inevitable..... More like a reminder..... Nice piece
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great depth in this poem...its a difficult topic to write on but you have pulled it well. Some images are disturbing but they have a very powerful impact on the reader.