Why now?
After all these ages of
Reluctant trudging
of futile generosity
Worthless grind
Why did it become necessary?
To look back
At the cacti on my foot prints
To wet the dunes of melancholy
With a few drops of your pearls?
Will it quench the gargantuan thirst?
Or make me more anxious
for the end?
Why now,
Now that I lay dying at the doorsteps of despair,
Do you wish to sprinkle a few drops?
Is it your rite of passage…
To trade my prone body
For a new one? ? ?
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I would like to translate this poem
Your wordings are apt...making the poem a beautiful read...well written.... :)