I tread upon the earth
Where after my death
I will find a new home;
When my soul will be
Free from the body, it
Will in void freely roam;
I breathe the fresh air
Cloyed with essence of
A flower till it is my end;
Inside musty cell of soil
My body will be at peace
Sans the soul as its friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is a beautiful poem on life and death having stunning expression. Thanks for sharing.
My gratitude Sir.