to be ready
till the end, to
be ready when
that end
finally comes,
not to worry,
no one to blame
not to fret,
nothing to give,
to be always ready
like a bird
hit by a bullet,
like a flower
cut from its stem,
like a glass
broken, all pieces
scattered
on the floor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem