I wish,
I would go on picking up
Everybody's blanket
To steal their sleep
For a while,
To gather an eternal sleep
For me.
But, strange!
I couldn't die
Even for a moment.
Death is mysterious. This comes to pick up the moment of living. We feel like reality of dream. Death is truth to renew life. This is very amazing sharing done here....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Man wants to die, but can't. Man doesn't want to die, but dies.beautiful.