When you were alive, I thought to take care of you,
I wanted to give you gifts which could please you.
I wished to go to our place to take a snap with you.
I desired to see you on a successful route.
I didn't know the sad undercurrent of your soul.
I never tried to know you might have a goal.
You forced to beguile days without any fruit.
How could I skip the truth, you also needed a road to go?
And when you were asleep, Death came to take you my bro.
Death watched, none was there to care for you.
I was unaware that like father you would leave me too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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