In the middle of life and death
There she lay motionless,
Staring into the dark sky
Wishing for death to come
And gather her in its arms.
She knew she wouldn’t live
To see the dawn.
She lay there thinking
Of her friends and relatives;
Their love for her
But all is gone, she thought.
Gone are her friends,
Gone are her relatives,
Gone is their love for her ….
Suddenly …
The sky turned pink,
And a ball of light came
Falling through the skies;
Engulfing her in its brilliance
And carrying her along with it.
Flowers were showered on her,
As her soul rose to the skies
Ending her earthly journey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem