Here comes he
Smiling coldly piercing the roots of being.
I stand here,
Not knowing what is proper and what is not
Welcoming soul in an unwelcoming hour.
Pleading for your embrace I had cried the nights…
Kneeling down in the epoch of wilderness of tears…
When my life was just an abandoned desert
You never came …
It rained and rained and
dry land flourished Fertile and lush…
Now you have come…
Smiling cynically he is waiting at my doorstep
I walk down the aisle to meet my DEATH.
31.01.2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem