I raved in agony
Unseen forces beckoning
They called my names in discordant tunes
They would not let me be
The call of my ancestors
Beckoning on me to come home
A place in the other side of life
Reluctant and sturbborn my spirit was
My time is not now I shouted
Not ready to cross the great divide
Drawn in a thin line
I only could see their faces
My only strength was hope
And that was just enough
I was close, yet I live
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death, a mystery we all can't unravel, a puzzle we can't decipher. I like your fighting spirit, yet Death will come when it will come no matter how we fight him. Nice piece Tunde