Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Dark days come... 
When our grandparents will die, 
When parents die,
 When relatives die,
 When close friends die.

 And we have to get used to the idea 
That they are all gone,
 But we don't know
 If we will be able to see them again. 

. While we will stay here for a while,
 When it will be our turn 
To make room for new borns,
"This is the rhythm of our life"; they said.