Recently I read a momentous poem
Expressing the thoughts of a dying fellow
Each word attached and would not let go
Tears commenced; I could not stop the flow
With all that is worthwhile, I began to realize
His words were a mirror of life’s imperfections
Past the shadows of anguish and despair…
A beautiful person stood beyond the reflection
In that moment, a feeling of sadness lifted
Praying his last days could be less painful
Hoping that he could be at peace knowing
His poetry has made our lives more meaningful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beaytifully written blazing the glory of poetry and good poems reflects on us and act on our minds at times, thanks for sharing