He will get panic
and no more time to think of loved ones.
Breath fast to gather more air
and he sees the ferryman is waiting afar
to cross the river.
His song echoes; 'my dear you cannot postpone
this journey, get ready soon
and I have to come back for the others'.
A very eloquent poem. In the language and imagery of death this one rates high with me. From the day of our birth we do have an appointment with death. It is in the Hands of God. Excellent.Nimal. Kind regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Birth and death are hands of God. Simple and very meaningful write Excellent poem Nimal Enjoyed reading it Thanks for sharing with me.