His autograph became photograph
He is no more!
He sheds
dreams,
desires,
tears,
witty murmurs!
when flames are fading
his memories binding the mind!
in the path of
fragrant flowers,
suddenly one day
what happened?
why his half-opened book
slipped from his hand?
Why walking legs are clogged?
why breath blocked?
why flower cowered in the dusk?
why autumn laughed at spring?
why answer less questions freezed in the unknown terrain?
why life became death?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You captured the cycle of life beautifully