Dark afternoon I have gone through
This beautiful afternoon
But noon, is still an afternoon
Which can not changed that afternoon.
When I saw your face, I smiled
When I embraced your body, I was shaking
When I kissed your hand, I was in thrill
When you kissed my cheek, I cried
I never thought, it was a sign.
You went on a boat
At the top of the boat, you waved your hand
You threw a sweet smile
I remember your last words
Before we parted
“Take good care of your sister”
Your last word was a sign
Sign of separation,
separated forever
The boat that you ride sunk
In a dark malignant sea
I miss you, Mother.
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Author: Abdul Wahid
Translated by Poetry Prairie
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