After a long time,
A long time from this day,
When there is no sign of mine,
I am out of life and death,
What will happen then?
Will there be any one
reading my poems?
Will there be any blue eyes
thinking of me?
Will there be any tear
in there for my absence?
Will there be any warm sigh
For her lost loves?
May be these are madness,
Disoriented thoughts of mine.
But what if I try to look at the future?
My uncertain ways of life?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem