I still remember the day,
When you asked me to end your life.
You called me over to your dying side.
And after hours of begging I reluctantly agreed.
If only to stop your suffering.
You were in so much pain with your fatal disease,
And you couldn’t bare it any longer.
So on Monday evening,
On the date of your birth many years ago,
I turned off your life support machine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem