Whenever I pass through this
Silent graveyard
I feel itching pain
In my heart
Through my every vain
Thinking that my parents
Who are with me now
Will to come to this place
One day without looking at me
I lift my eyes
To see their terribly wrinkled faces
And lean bodies
As if heavily burdened with time
I see their watery eyes
As if having a deep hidden sorrow
Of the thought
That they are to leave us
Any of these days
Their pain is out of words
Out of imagination
This is the pain
Every parents feel while leaving
Their loving ones
I cannot bear these thoughts
And keep away my sight
From those painful watery eyes
Stealing away from the reality
Of this sorrowful world
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Although sad but impressive feelings. Everyone has to go in his grave. A poet feels it more than others and such nice poems are created.