The deadman lying in a coffin
is thinking my thoughts
when I was nearer to him.
Dressing with shroud I found him
addressing the living
about his experiance of life.
I found him thinking within me
After the burial
we both returned home together
One is walking
and the other is sleeping
But the time was same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem