If i die tonight,
blame not the rustle of imaginary leaves
around my ears that incites nostalgia,
blame not the dead laughter of friends,
blame not the disbelief of loved ones,
blame not the buried courage, nor the epileptic sense of humour.
If i die tonight, blame none;
just imagine, I am asleep wearing an eerie smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death is never a blame game. Beautifully put in the poem. Thank you.