If I Die Now (With Corona Virus) Poem by Jacson Gelato

When will I come again in this world
to hear those lovely little birds chirp
so enthusiastically outside my window?

when will I come again in this world
to see the beautiful flowers
blooming all too silently
every morning?

when will I come again in this world
to see that moonless night,
making nature look
so dark and mysterious?

when will I come again in this world
to get drenched from head to toe
in the rainy showers?

when will I come again in this world
when orchestras will play
and melodies will unfold stories
which I longed to hear
and I will not enjoy the sonnets
as they are always so high-pitched
and so difficult to understand?

when will I come again in this world
when all I need is
some fresh air to breathe,
a few glasses of water to drink,
and a few handfuls of food to eat
to put my mind to a sleep
and dream the impossible?

when will I come again in this world
if my grave will be full of flowers
which everyone will place with sympathies
and pray for me with tears?

when will I come again in this world
when they will remember it is my birthday
and long to sing me a birthday song
while I will be six feet under the ground
sleeping soundly with drooping ears?

when will I come again in this world
when many years of life will pass
and I will be well-forgotten
and unto dust I will dissolve
with no hope of returning or re-birth?

when will I come again in this world
when I can survive now and enjoy
the splendor of this earth
and wonders of this universe
without any difficulties or deficits?