If we die in each others arms,
One day we will rise in a pure and different form.
The Moon will not be far from our reach,
Nor the stars and the galaxy.
From there when we will stare at the earth,
We shall see the caravan of events,
And the moments we lived in, with amusement.
Nobody know what happens after death and the guess work extends beyond imagination.
Masterclass by wonderful poet. Hope is the only way to survive even after death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One day we will rise in a pure and different form. HEIGHT OF EXPECTATIONS SIR POET MAN