Death will come
The corpses of the scaleless fish of the sea dried up.
A forest burned and, its ashes rose.
I know that one day ash and dust will take you too.
Death will come when you cry for your unread books!
I would like to wipe your tears before they dry.
The wind moved faster than me and touched your face.
It was one of my unburied fears...
Death will come when I cry for my unlived loves!
The white raven's wings covered the sun,
Its shadow fell on my face and, it made me cold.
A burnt feather glided in the air and landed in my palm,
Death will come when we are flying close to the sun!
I sinned every day—
because I thought you were going to hell.
I immediately surrendered—
when Grim Reaper demanded my head.
God spat in my face—
and threw me into emptiness, I fell.
I died, but I was left alone—
in the land of death.
13 February, 2021