Sound of last drop
I was awake till yesterday,
somebody was washing my head to my funeral;
I realized I was dead, I heard a greater sound...
Ohh! The sound of last water drop,
thumped like a hammer and I lost in fire and
my ashes were taken to sea to make my soul rest!
Your portraying is similar to Hinduism, why not another religion?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem with a different thought and a different - interesting title!