my birth.
i can't remember
the most important day of my life.
i have forever
repressed the memory.
all the therapy in the world
has not,
and
can't
trigger
the release of this crucial
moment
in
my
life.
if only my final dying breath
is
just as easily
forgotten.
(4-17-2016)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good.. if we start going behind memory we can't live.. try to live in present and try to recollect all back with new style.. if we reach final breath every thing become easy.. so try live a tough life and complete your job.. thank you..