dear one
you have erased me out
still I think
you are neither Nazi nor Stalin.
yes,
you have erased me out.
what a helpless cowardice
what an unbearable bravery,
congrats!
oft I thought that
such a golden soul
wouldn't commit such a cruelty.
and I thought again:
some invisible force
might have been working.
no sooner your right hand
thought of not committing
than your left hand
might have done it.
thus, I mitigate
pardon me.
Yet the fever of expectation
haunts me.
here I endlessly await
and at an unknown juncture
may I not witness
the resurrection of myself
whom you have erased out.
wouldn't I see me reborn
with a nascent soul
and perhaps with a dark smile!
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem