we mourn for those
who exits ahead of us
in that Door of the
Great Divider
sometimes i think
that those who arrive
there
also mourn for us
who are left here
we who are in the bitterness
of greater pains
of incoming miseries
of ever pinning pains
they wish that we are
there with them
but they can never tell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem