When did his focus on life
Turn to death as though,
Annulled—there wasn't a drop left.
Lungs like two emptied bagpipes
Like two dead cats side by side.
Eyes glazed over— gingerly void.
Three sheets to the wind: flung over-
Slantwise -nothing absent to glamorise.
He just went to Longridge, woods to harmonise
Only a vacant wind listened to his last cruel notes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing! Really loved it Mark. With all our frustrations and failures Nature is always there with her soothing balm. You are an excellent writer. A 10 +.
Savita Tyagi, thank you sir!