and then
most of them
are gone
marianne left
when her mother
was sick and
jun before that
burned their
house
we cannot deny
the success of others
nena's son is now
a pilot
deborah's daughter
enter the nunnery
joseph's cousin
got a u.s. visa
and so on and so forth
different forms of
happiness
bliss in different hues
joys in blasting
colors
at the boulevard as
we walk
we have become familiar
with the sameness of
sunsets and sunrises
accepted finally the
cycle of life
a pendulum of arrivals
and departures
they say that we diminish
ourselves
with all the goodbyes
we look at each other
we shake our heads and then
walk away bringing with us
the intermittent comings and
goings of
laughters and silences
and then we too
are gone
we know that from
the very
beginning......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem