What happens
when I die?
There is no one behind
who will cry
or miss me
just my few words
may bliss me
I gain nothing
No relations, no wealth
No love, no health
may be just some street dogs
or some wild monkeys
who will remember me
when I die
but they won't cry
with their empty eyes
Am I a loser or may be a lost soul
I will ask the god about my role.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem