Never a day
Ceased my mind
Like that fateful one
Where I did pray.
Like a boulder in my throat
When I saw the sight
Of your helpless body upon the bed
Inside a soul so strong but your weak body imprisons it.
I wonder where it will go after your body fails
Who will be left with this soul of yours?
I hear the unborn babies wails.
Do not let it be some forsaken stranger
Of which has no respect for your nature
But put it onto the burden of an angel
For an angel is the only creature worthy of your soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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