I want death but
Not wrinkles on my body,
Not grey or white hairs,
Not fatigue,
Not perspiration,
not a bad odour,
I want death but
Not untimely,
Not old age,
Not diseases.
I want death but
Not want to suffer
From chilly cold
Or scorching heat.
I want to live happily
So long as I am here.
I know all are
Next to impossible, though.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem on impossibility and desperate hope.