Like a visitor it will come and go
sometimes running
sometimes walking
neighbours will laugh
laughing like the visitor wont greet them forgetting their door is next
Their children will run like they lost sadness
like they are running after happiness
unaware that they will be the ones serving tea
For the visitors who is visiting because of the visitor
unexpected visitor.....death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem