he would have been happier if the world was flat
and that when he sails at the edge he falls and
be no more. Unaccounted like everyone else.
He would have sailed earlier at dawn and then be lost forever.
Neighbors worry. But they do not worry that much.
They do not mean what they are worrying for.
Like you
you are like everyone else.
Nothing of equal importance.
If you are gone then you are gone.
Things end.
People die.
And those who are left soon shall wish the same.
Justly so.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem