'twas painful the loss,
so unfathomable the pain.
was like a hole deep inside just deepen,
and no amount of tears
and no amount of talk
could assuage, this burden of loss.
had been a long time coming,
every minute past, like the one lived before-
waiting, in fear,
of what was so sure to come.
Still the heart, believing as it does-
refused to accept, that which was sure will come.
And now I sit,
In this cold and lonely hotel room,
grieving so heavy-
a loss like none other told:
sad day loosing
My KIVUKILAND.
I felt distraught. no amount of consolation of self could drive the pain away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Still, there is a fundamental question- How do we handle grieve and loss as human beings