Just as death comes,
the truth gets said.
It is the anteroom
to all eternity.
It has a prismed tone
no one need turn to hear
and is an airy place
single like a sea.
Nothing gets said again.
No thought leads on to thought.
All sense is feeling then
and no infirmity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem......Happy journey....Have a nice day....