Fading memories
Forgotten past
Frozen mind and spoiled dreams
I feel to hear the bells of death
The chariot of God driven by white horses
Started the journey
Who will cry?
Who will put a wreath?
Who will fire my funeral?
Who will put a light at my graveyard?
Who will dismiss my ash in a holy river?
I do not know
That is the fate of a lonely man as me
That is the fate of a lonely man as me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a gust of sadness crept inside me while reading which testify the success of the poem........................