Leaving,
Being no more,
Death is so final,
The pain, evermore.
Like in a dark room,
You stumble and fall,
You look for a window,
But hit a blocked door.
Beautifully expressed.. You are invited to read my poems posted recently.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In a dark room life does stumble. Life's door closes on bed of death and reopens in new abode on rebirth. This is deep and philosophical poem...10