If the name mistake is given to life
And error to my memories
Then the letters you send
They all reach to a wrong place
And you know not about my well being
As for long I am buried into my soul
If anyone asks you about me or my whereabouts
Tell him or her I am no more
Then they will be found shedding tears
And taking a deep breath
And heaving a long sigh
With pride I will collect them all
And wrap them around my neck
As a consolation prize.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A philosophical poem with great outlook. Impressively written as you are always do!