R.I.P
Mrs Senjobe,
Your groom left us with you,
But with whom are you leaving us?
When the days were dark,
You made light for us,
All the glittering walls you painted,
Are now painted with hot mourns.
I never knew that you're to leave today,
But, atleast you'd have left tommorow,
I don't the perfect time
And Nana that's never
So don't you dare leave me now
Throw my heart on the ground
Cause today ain't the day for sorrow
But you can apart me tomorrow.
R.I.P MRS SENJOBE.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem