And this life
When would it finish
When would the worries
And pains stop troubling me
Each morning comes
With a sign that something
Ominous is going to happen
In the coming hour
Heart beats fast
Mind loses control
Body shakes like a leaf
Afraid of the gust of trouble
That would uproot me from
The soil of this unwanted life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death will come when it will come, meanwhile enjoy life the best you can. Beautiful