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Dearest Father


Dearest father! You are so enfeebled

Though a winelit soul, Dearest father!


So enfeebled he is

          No longer hale and hearty

He stops breathing from time to time

          He whispers the inconvenient truth approaching to his heart


He senses everything

          Murmurs prayers faintly from time to time,

                    Fatal freindlessness and fear, forcefully

                              Inspire death dread to him

                                        Dearest father!

No strength in the feet to walk,

          No power in the hands to take,

                    No vigor in the tongue to talk,

                              No, no, to fall asleep? He does not feel like.


Dearest father!


Ears hardly hear

Eyes are of no sight but insight


No, … he has no words to say

Or if he does

                    No other ear to hear

No other liveliness and loftiness


There is no help at this time,

          Dearest father!

Eye has seen another insight

Body amalgamates into soul

                              Little by little

                    Drops of tears become words

                    With few, love and affection is explained

He sighs from the depth of his heart

Tears roll down his rose cheeks

Love shines from his eyes and look

          Looking expected at the door

                    He falls asleep … Dearest father! …

And in his dream, he sees, not in a long time


His rose cheeks droop in fall


I wish my heart turned into stone

          I wish I could harrow my heavy heart

                    I wish this never happened

          Oh, how colorless is this war

It is so frightening

          Everywhere has decay color


                    The whole road overburdened

                    The whole life absurd


Behind this dark and rocky road

          How lonely was this simple and colorless heart

                    Perhaps this is the last tale,


The black soil tale, our last in love tale

          The poignant tale of Genesis


Negligence the beginning, middle, and the end

Oh father, why should I see your sad face  

Why should I see you choked with faultless loneliness


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