On my gravestone under the name,
"Memento mori" the only phrase,
Written as prayer in dark frame,
These words'll glow like endless blaze.
It's all for humans I've to say,
Remember living through each day,
We're the mortals in short play,
Thus, keep on riding in own sway.
Under enormous sky grave lies,
Along the hills and northern star,
So small in size but so apprise,
Why does man see it so bizarre?
Before the human closed own eyes,
When vanished last man's memoirs,
And sounds of those crying skies
've passed beyond the fading stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your seeming knack for crafting your poems in verses with rhythmic splendour is not only appropriate but also poetically remarkable. Thanks for sharing and do remain blessed.
Thank you!