Thinking of one
just passed
the light of his face
now gone
I am like one unmoored
like one just born—
mutely conscious
and for instinct only this—
to look up, look out
for one who knows and cares—
for a parent—
my God—our God—to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A touching and thoughtful poem.
again, thank you, akhtar. the man mentioned passed at age sixty-four and appeared to be in excellent health, who took care of himself, a teacher and character appreciated by colleagues. -glen