Whose life was it that lies beneath a stone
Now unkept, moss, green with indifference
shadows haunted by unhappy sky
And breeze sweeping indifferent flies
A life lies hoping for a flower’s fall
Silent cold stone waiting a widow’s call
Nothing have I
But thoughts for one who knew
That time must pass, forever by
Till an angel’s tear will forgive a lie.
The things men must do before they die
And in places far from home
None believe that they are lost
Till love has found it’s silent tomb.
Baru Gobira 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem