I wish
my dear ones
never goes
into the earth's
mounted heaps
that their
lovely soft bodies
don't stink with stench of
wormed dead ones
wish that
the life in those eyes I behold
dont vanish suddenly
into the burning pyre
into ashes and cold ashes
I wish my mum lives
in some sweet heavens
with some starry angels
dancing to her delight
wish my boy
always be a sunny boy
never grows into
an ugly adult
with drinks, drugs and smokes
and wines and women dirty
his morals lost
doesn't turns up
an Idiotic brat......
that his innocence
be not lost
in the world of unsettling plots.
growth and decay are instinctive to all living organism...but we continue to wish for the impossible!
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I would like to translate this poem
A wish out of deep love for the family.Wishes and hope for the loved ones are in the nature of humanity.....Nice write..................