I was told once I should not.
But my thirst for eternity,
An unending cry from my heart
Was like a shivering rain
And a shocking thunder.
I wished goodbye to all
Who made me alone in the crowd.
They were dead in my heart
And were waiting for resurrection.
They, UN-resurrected corpus
Were eager for my words
I wished them an eternal goodbye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting poem but so incredibly sad. Well written.