The day I die, don't remember me
I am sunken boat in the middle of Deep Ocean
I am dust blown due storm
I mess inside myself so intense
As one the tide creates to the shore.
When I die, my body will go forever
Just remains my soul, which felt no difference.
I want to be human like you
Happy cherish, splendid, and pride of being myself.
But what the being inside me proclaims me
To be something queer you called me.
Stop it!
Please!
I can hold it no longer.
I could resist no more sorrow.
I want to get over it.
If tomorrow comes I will be me.
I will sense my beauty
The meaning of myself
I will find my reality.
But you stop tomorrow on the way.
Why?
Don't you want me to smile?
Don't you want to feel my beauty?
Keep moving on with positive approach will definitely help in the quest for the self.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If tomorrow comes I will be me. I will sense my beauty The meaning of myself I will find my reality...... this is self determining thought...... very fine and positive. i smile with u my dear poet. thank you. tony