an angel of death once told me
that everyone dies at the wrong time.
only in the right time
can people live.
I can play the cello
and appreciate a mother's hug.
I can outrun trouble
and smile with babies.
i cannot share my life
and pledge my allegiance.
I cannot give my soul
and receive one in return.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very thoughtful writing, Verbaas. you have some outstanding lines here, like 'i cannot share my life and pledge my allegiance. I cannot give my soul and receive one in return.' which i think should have been the close to the poem. it makes one think more for his/herself, without the explanatory, subjective conclusion you draw. cheers.