Two juxtaposed realities
Birth and death,
The only entrance to
This and that.
'We are born
And ran away from birth
Realizing the presence of death.
Started the life
With dubious undissolved questions
Where before
And where after' he said.
They saw the death faraway
And how happy they are.
Suddenly they saw
The nearest death before.
They wonder...How!
Saw the journey through circumference,
The entrance to 'That'.
Remember each birthday,
The reminders of 'here' and 'there'
Say, 'forget the past, the history
leave the future, the mystery
Be in the present, the gift and hope'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem