When I die
Who will cry?
The friends I forgot
or the foes I got
The parents I lost
or the kids I sent abroad
The wife I fought
or the money I sought
When I die
Who will cry?
A very finely presented philosophical poem. The detachment one feels at the time of departure from this planet is well-depicted.
A thought provoking poem, neha! But, at your age, writing about death......? ? ?
We must live a life in such a way that we die happily and the world cries for us, which is difficult indeed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
woow... dont feel those will cry, , , whom you thought...