she predicts
six months only she said
we cannot last that long
and we hear it
but are not bothered
we believe somehow
and it is basic
nothing lasts forever
we work so hard
we forget the hours of the day
she goes around
talking
three months are all she had
and then she was buried by those
who pity her
and give her the much needed understanding
i am one of those who
send her off
to the other side of this world
i utter friendship
i keep it
what i can hand her with dignity
is just the forgetting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem