No more death poems please!
Life grew sullen
Loathed with deads and decayeds
Let’s not talk of it
Until we live
Let’s love flowers and flying bees
Hopping frogs and
Flowing rivers
Green grass and
Highland lass
Let’s hike with hope
And travel to the hilltops
To play with snow and
To sip mountain dew
Let’s fly farther to the east
To speak with sunbeams
Bath in unspoiled blue lagoons
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great Poem Bakuli! ...there are too many poems on this site about the angst of life and the pain of death and sorrow. This should give everyone who reads it the chance to live and smile. Enjoyed This
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