Sooner Or Later Poem by Wangchat konyak

There's a boat across the unknown bay-
Awaiting to pick my soul from the clay.
I well know the route where it leads to;
For it was foretold in a native folksongs,
And I've witness the cold face of my love.
To that calmness air and stillness sea;
To that silence track and darkest woods-
I'll be swallowed in the unfathomed depth of night,
And the icy mortal ‘ll turn to dust.
I don't know where I may be then-
My wandering minds, my miserable voyage
Shall be set free at last.
Those who loves me shall mourn;
Those who know me shall lament;
Those who don't know my existence 'll sing
And with the passage of time, I'll be forgotten
And I'll be no more in their lips,
Then, my stories and my legacies dies with me.

By Wangchat Konyak