The wanderer's wanderlust stopped at once
as he got a stroke.
He strolls with his walking stick only a short distance.
It's not like his early days.
When he was a stripling looks like a horseman.
He is speechless because of the shock
and gradually he became bedridden.
This handsome man never used a bedpan
but now his wife brings him all the time.
Life perverts him very unkindly
anyway the beloved with him as a shadow.
Flies and Maggots in friendly terms
because of the bedsores.
The innocent soul drowns in the shallow waters
and he fades away in the wakefulness.
Nimal - very sad, and depressing..Makes you wonder how your days will end. We think we will live forever, and then.............game over! Very graphic and powerful piece. Linda
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another dark word painting. But life is not without hope as long as there is someone left to care. His dear wife is still standing by him. A very moving poem, Nimal. Kindest regards, Sandra