Let that not be in my notice
That for the last time i am doing this
So that i can live it in ease
Let it be a mystery that it would cease
Reading a book would do no good
If it's known it's the last which i could
Let that not be in my notice
I would not be getting what i wish
I would die a second later rather
Than knowing i have only a year to live
May everything come unexpected accidentally
Without having us prepared mentally
Let that not be in my notice
When would be written my last poetry piece
If that's the one which i had just written
It's good that i had known it just now
I would not have written what i know
Had it been known a year ago
It tells what i had left till now
Than what is left of me
Let everything come unexpectedly accidentally
So that i am what i ought to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem