Once upon a times,
I don' remember when it was.
Being screamed, being cried,
Being sung songs of death.
Was washed, was cleaned,
Was lied on the patiance stone.
Being prayed after it.
Was carried on shoulders once.
Till was taken to the graveyard.
Now it is still curpse.
Once upon a times,
I don't remember when it was.
Was burried while it was still living
They bedrudge to it.
Loving, being loving,
Liking from simple things,
Benefiting from world's blessings.
Was despised,
Was pushed and was shoved
There is more,
It is still curpse
Once upon a times,
I don' remember when it was.
Neither eating, neither breathing,
Neither chatting, neither smiling,
Neither loving, neither being loving,
Nor it had became feeling the life,
there is more.
It is still curpse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The concluding stanza is so charming I gave my 10.