Who Is To Burn Her Lips At My Funeral Poem by Jahid Onik
Who Is To Burn Her Lips At My Funeral
At the end of the day
we who look for a safe shelter
Simile of ladylove or mercy of God.
Trust me,
Neither God nor the beloved one,
None is responsible for our fate.
Remember,
None but some spineless half-dead animals are going to join
at our funeral.
Life, River, Woman!
Come! get closer!
The earth is burning
Who is to burn her lips at my funeral?
nice- None is responsible for our fate ... None but some spineless half-dead animals are going to join at our funeral. ///// no, no; none is here vacuum flask clown mask dances on the river burning water over there fire and fire, the bared fire on the bank of departure.......! ! !
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Life, River, Woman! Come! get closer! The earth is burning Who is to burn her lips at my funeral? pathetic and sad . a great poem indeed. tony