Finally my demise
Came
I'm free of blame
Hunger and fear,
Uncertainty and tear.
Now, I can exist in paradise
Without necessities
Without a search of utopic liberties.
Death saved me from bodily existence.
Now, my soul may wander through misteries of science.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, how great it will be if one can be free of blame, hunger, fear, uncertainty, sorrow, and finally the death. If every one thinks this way, world will be a far better place to live in. Thanks for sharing.
You're right. Without necessities, life would be easier, but we could not be humans anymore. We ould gods that would last forever, but this would end the poetry of human existence. It is a true paradox! :)