In front of your statue
I burn on the same altar
With a smell of incense
Among these soft tiny flowers.
And I realize that I convert into ashes very soon
As the flowers wither.
We never live together for a long,
And I hope we meet again someday
Somewhere beyond the sky?
A humble dedication to the poetess Sue Ann Simar
*Remember the sorrows of earth.Look with kindness on those who suffer, who struggles against difficulties, who drink of the bitterness of life.
-Prayer in time of need.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah, the impermanence of life - expressed with originality and a humble brush. Your poetry never fails to enchant, Nimal. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥