There is life after death
It is discussed long after
The person left the world
In shops, in games,
In market places his
Presence is missed
Friends talk about him
In tea stalls, offices, cafes
And while watching movies
There is life after death
Siblings hang photos
Talk with him as if
He is alive
Read his books and papers
Some use his pen and try
To think like him
And smoke like him
He moves inside rooms
Around gardens while
Plants are being watered
There is life after death
By keeping memories alive, they are not really dead. A wonderful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This truly an inspired poem. A 10