A Road that Runs on Endlessly, a Poem

In memoriam of a mentor, translated…

I’d Once, Marched into that Sturdy Citadel

With the Souls, Fallen to, the Depth Below the Sleeping

And, How Did Those Souls Lost in Wars

Imprinted onto Your Passages Day and Night

wonder where this road’ll lead???  Not my photograph…

Making the Poetry Swim Back and Forth, in Those, Troubled Days

Life and Death, are Merely

Symbols to You, isn’t it

Your Pride, Had Made All Who’d, Passed Through Your Garden

Felt that Sturdiness

And, You’d, Shown Cares & Concerns Towards the Darkness Ignored by Human Nature

As You Stood There, Animated on the Podium

Deciphering the Codes from a Mysterious Poem

As if, You are, the Center of the Universe

Then, You’d, Retreated, Quietly, into, Your

Own Invisibilities Again

winding and twisting, not easy to navigate through, kinda like life, not my photograph…

You’re Like an Opened & Broad Tower of Death

Sturdy and Erect in the Rising Sun, Looked Upon by the Masses

The World Held its Breaths Because of You. In the Silent Stares

Exchanging the Meanings of This Life & the Next

Are You Really, No Longer in the Wings Now?

Is This, Locked-from-the-Inside Transparency, Really Enough, to Keep Your Wildness Bound?

As I Turned the Page, the Ninth Day, Still Flowed Along

And, it’d, Finally, Dawned on Me

That There Will Be This Road that Winds on Forever, for You

So, despite how death had taken this master in life, his poems still, continued, to be read, and that, is how his legacy keeps getting carried on and on, and on…