My first cry on earth
Planted tree of death
in my garden of Eden
It held my neck like golden
necklace.
it turns to be a burden
on me like a snail
whose shell follows
about, tree of death
walk with me in all sphere of life.
When storms and rain
descended on it,
It shows no pain
of losing its leaves,
Rather to die in hard grounds,
it's growing exceeding greens.
Times crawl and walk,
the tree grew up with me
With the help of my cultivation
I watered my death
And eliminated the thorns round my death.
With pale look, I await the harvest of my death,
Like a necropolis, the world round me asleep,
I sing dirge to my weary heart,
Yet, I never cheated my darling tobacco
whose smoke speaks of the goodness in it.
Hope of death is hanged on me!
Light of death hovers about me!
Stings and terror of death means
Nothing to me because I grew with death.
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