'Today as we celebrate
the feast of the dead
it's the time to meditate
and offer condolement
for the time will come
that we will be the one
they'll pray for when we're gone
we have to strive along
be healthy and strong
for when it's time to pour
it will be a mighty roar
to others it's a rejoice
to have a newborn cry
while others it's a sigh
for those who expire
life will always revolve
a cycle with no resolve
we have to accept pain
just like a passing train
as we cannot control
if its time to give our soul.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just like a passion train this moves wonderful in sharing. With this celebration this moves around....10