do not attempt
to wear my shirt
it may be
calamitous
do not steal my hands
it will be disastrous
for what you desire
to hold
shall turn to stone
what you kiss
shall turn into a snake
and it will bite you
as it has bitten me
many times have i suffered
escaped death like a magician
what you eat
shall turn into wind
how can you be satisfied?
you shall be in
eternal thirst and hunger
no one has the power
to fulfill your desires
or your dreams or your
queries
do not borrow my pair of
shoes
it can burn your feet
it may cut your toes
into pieces
by now you must have
wondered
how i survive all my
years
you see it is not easy
never been smooth and easy
i never lived a life like
that
and you may never believe
it
now that i am old
and shall die in any hour
of my choosing
burn everything i leave
behind
forget every memory that
i have given you
my shoes, my shirt, my hands
my mind, my dreams,
do not forget my eyes
do not be misled by its visions
burn them thoroughly and
throw all the ashes to the
far ocean
of this earth
do not fish there
it can still be disastrous.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem