DEATH OF A FRIEND'S FRIEND
Poem by Chan Mongol
September 9 of 2020
When family members and friends die;
God smiles to have his babies but we cry.
Life is so mystery and like dreams, untrue;
Deceased get peace we get sunk in sorrow.
I lost my brother who gave his life for me;
I see him in dreams, I see his connectivity.
You lost someone too and you are hurt;
Condolence for your loss in ash, in dust.
I can't comfort you because, I also deeply cry;
Why people are born and they have to die?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Why people are born and they have to die? - the fact of this poem People are born for people but people are dying for what- no one knows still!