Is it a myth or its true
That you are truly gone?
Was it not yesterday
We laughed about
The jokes that ain't funny at all?
What wrong did I commit
And what has become of me
And the friends that are left behind?
What story shall I tell off
To my children
When the legacy is not yet loud?
They'll consider it infane, a myth.
You could have atleast
Said; 'I'm dying'
Then I would have
Known what to do rather than losing you.
Sorry, I would
If I had the chance to
But I can't
I'm just a mere mortal man.
Who can't breath life
In your dying body
The life has faded in you
What remains for us is your body.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem