I am alone on the island of death
Around the bodies of hundreds
Natural disasters happened a little earlier
All dead
My enemies, allies, relatives
Some of the most intimate
I am on mass of ruins
Loud noise...Moaning...Unbroken silent in a trice
I am just at the end
There are no tears in my eyes, no fear in chest
I am speechless
I am in the midst of so much death, destruction
Creation is alive
It's my responsibility to rotate the wheel again
Just me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In the midst of the history of disasters and catastrophies, the ultimate winner is not death but the optimism. The poem has a message for one and all.