Born To Bear Poem by Jayatissa K. Liyanage
Born To Bear
She bore the fruit of love, for him
Inopportunely detaches, the fruit, peduncle bore
In tears he bore the box, detached held, to graveyard
Death is part of us; on a journey on his earth. Nice work.
Bearing the fruit of love to the grave yard is so painful! A touching scene expressed finely in choicest words and with a beautiful image! A 10
A small poem for a tiny soul with monumental grief conveyed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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enjoying In tears he bore the box, detached held, to graveyard