“The soul yearns to fly home
On the wings of love
To the world of ideas
Because it longs to be freed
From the chains of the body…”
Plato
 Barely four months of breathing
The foetus wanted to leave
Ummi had to let him go
So soon
Since her womb couldn’t bear it
The baby has departed
Flying up there
So soon
This physical limitation
Has discontinued a life
Took away a hope
So soon
The ride of love is tried
But not to worry
Heavan he goes
So soon
The heartbeat has already stopped
How easy life is taken away
This hope flickers away
So soon
So long, my little brother…Labels: cekmi's hopeless melancholy |
