(This is hugely inspired by Lord Tennyson’s “Come not when I am dead”. My humble tribute a powerful, awesome poem)
On the broken stubs of wood I lie
And all around me, people cry
When my journey, that began in the womb
Is to end soon in a lonely tomb
As grieving souls stand there a few
Please, a last wish, that You
Quietly stay away,
For you, let it be just another day
As the flames reach out to the morning sky
In your eyes, no tear should one spy
For even your tears you do not owe
The real tears would then flow
In true unmitigated grief
From those who in my love, did shore belief
Let those who loved me, for my soul pray
And you, just watch the show and walk away
To partake, as the crows swoop down
The last offerings for this dead clown
A grieving few still stand by
And even they have ceased to cry
A last favour may I ask of thee
Never stood your way when alive, did me
So thou shall not mine, now I am dead
Go, Continue the sinful life you have led
The embers are now long since dead
I don’t care with whom you live or bed
Your love indeed I once did pine
And wished you would be only mine
But a spiteful abhorrence you did hand
But now I demand
Return all the love to you I gave
And your hate, let me happily carry to my grave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem