There there,
do you see the grave
that unfailingly
follows me
day in and day out?
It never utters
a word or makes any noise;
doesn't allow me to
feel free of its clutch
as if it had cuffed me
for life...
Funny enough,
it never comes face to face;
always walking behind
like a guard without
a whistle...
How strange...you wrote about what i keep on thinking all the time, consciously or unconsciously...! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ultimately that follows everyone. One needs to know where one stands.