Who is he and how is he dead
You know not and you lament.
Tell me who is yours and
How is he living and
Living with whom!
Grieve not dear, grieve not
In this interim period
No need to grief.
This period is not belongs to you.
Every moment death is going on
As a routine programme and
Leaving with this body is the agenda. Ask some one what is the want and you would find nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem