With death, will die all the secrets sealed,
Wishes withheld, love locked, hate harboured,
Skills stored, goodwill gained and curses contained.
No one is sorry for these when one dies.
18.08.2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Grief is always temporary to an duration unknown but we do get over it. I personally believe death should be celebrated. But not as one died instead as one lived. Some would say that is kinda sick. But nobody I know would want me to cry over their death. And nobody that has already died in the past would have wanted that either. Anyways it is a good poem and I agree with it whole heartedly.