helpless, we witness
how clock's counting down our lives—
the graves are waiting
As the clock continues ticking, we come closer and closer to our grave! It is an irrevocable truth, all of us have to come to compromise with! A great Senryu!
nice lines, very nice to read. ... if i think.. time is also going to die!
Hello poet Mihaela. A great poem to awaken our need to redeem the time. Well done, I enjoyed. Loyd
When we are born we are already on the track of Death. Any day can be our last day. everything is momentary here. our destination is death, grave is waiting. We are floating leaves in the flowing river of life to reach the Ocean of Death. Knowledge of Death makes our life rich..
we witness helpless how clock's counting down our lives the graves are waiting.....very true
A short, literary and deep depiction of BEING. The poem could not be shorter and its rich literariness could not be more rich.
Beautiful lines reminding us of our temporal existence. So we should try to finish all our work before seeking rest in death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! I feel trapped by this poem! The truth it expresses is incontrovertible - but is it welcome? I'm not sure. The awareness of inevitable death is certainly a human trait which animals do not share as far as we know. Is that awareness a SPOILER of our pleasures? Perhaps? Sometimes. It's not your poem that makes me troubled by this message. It's growing up with the Catholic priests and nuns always warning us of death and judgment. The whole issue makes me want to take Gilgamesh's journey in search of the root of immortality. I PROMISE I WON'T FALL ASLEEP AND LET THE SNAKE STEAL IT! Trust me.