Death is sweet when no one wants you to live.
Death is sweet when you hate the last one loved.
Death is sweet when you couldn't overcome pain.
Then come no regrets but full of curses. curses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the sad state of human at the last stage of their life! so true, but I was told that God makes people to hate them, as the patients in the loved ones, suddenly become the nuisance..Otherwise, we may think and miss them a lot..