Silence for sometime.
A placid sky
still water of the pond
coma in the body
Then a delivery.
Me!
Knows well
can't be yours
you can't be mine
predict an unbearable death,
fallen on the road
half of the body cut and
wet in blood
accident. Bleeding
waiting for total
drain out
DEAD.
Then absolute SILENCE. Because
some day you won't be mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem