Bitterness Death Poem by Fatima Nusairat

Hug me! hug
I still here, standing!
Oh bitterness death,
Don't scare me - Don't.

Behold oh companion, I felt
Thy hands squeezing my hands,
Your chest supporting my head,
So I am watching from thy eyes
these white _ sweet roses!
Behold from these sweet scented - breath.

Oh ye - white roses as if you
were (thousands of years before)
growing and growing from my remains.
As if you were before - in my ears - whispering.
So! repeat thy whispers, repeat.

And you O grass of graves!
O perpetual existence - from the brightness
of the day - toss into my tomb, toss!
Behold white roses from the leafy lips - moaning!
Hug me! Oh bitterness death,
Behold I ascend.