A poem, translated…

Time had stopped all of a sudden

And slowly, it’d moved backwards

A year at a time, going back

Silent like the films

Like the world is slowly aging

And, getting Lost in the forgotten years

All the Tombstones

All Remained Silent

Like the moss on the Rocks

Green on the Tombstones

With Countless Unspoken Spots

And so, you can feel that chill, in this corner of the cemetery, can’t you?  And, you see how the graves are unswept, for whatever reasons there are, and the world, in this small corner is forgotten, put out of one’s mind, but NOT completely, because someone had discovered this forgotten corner in a cemetery here…