Oh Do Not Forget So Soon. (Suicide Is Profane) Poem by Okim Otu

When climbing the hilltop seem no longer in sight
And day become shorter and longer the night,
When the hands can't grab the dreaming goods of the mind
And the head can't grasp any more, tends to abscind,
The heart begin trembling and the spirit failing,
The ugly hand of death turned soft and comforting.

Oh do not forget so soon;
The great beauty of this life
Ever faithful mother earth:
The dancing leaves of the trees
The adorable flowers
The brilliant smiles of the sun
The humid looks of the sky
The stillness of the sea
The sane silence of the night
The cool morning breeze
The beautiful smiles of mothers
The innocent charm of kids
The glowing faces of ladies
Oh do not forget so soon.

You see death as freedom
Why not seek the freedom in life?
You think in death is rest?
Yet can't seek the rest in life.

If you know that you are a piece of life
And that you can never end life,
Only your illusion is about to be ended,
Will you rather awake from your illusion,
Or end what you never knew how it started?

Oh do not forget so soon that life is sacred,
Do not forget so soon that suicide is profane.