BELOVED
Let us relive the old story
when you died last year
telling everyone my friend,
sniggling across the riverside
perspiring in old fear,
of meeting your beloved
who died in pledge to make you live,
and now like the desolation
in dead hours you try to relate
an experience unknown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death is an experience unknown. Everyone has a share.