A Painful Experience

The sun vanished in the dim cloud. The surface was wet
with rain, and the weather wept unpleasantly. The wind didn’t flow,
leaves didn’t move, the birds didn’t sing, and the bamboos
didn’t dance. My eyes filled with tears, and my heart burnt with
the flame of pain. It was the most sorrowful moment of my life.

A black night of summer, my grandmother entered
into the door of heaven. Hundreds of mourners came
to the cremation of my grandmother in the morning.
I sank in an ocean of grief, and the mountains of sorrow crushed
over me. My grandmother’s body was kept in a casket covered by flowers.
When the mourners picked up my grandmother’s casket,
I heard the sound of loss and despair.

My grandmother’s body we took to an evergreen,
peaceful, and pure place. The mourners dug a ditch.
When they placed inside the casket of my grandmother,
I called hundreds of times to my grandmother. She did not hear,
and her closed eyes never opened from deep sleep.
My merciful voice spread in the wind, and went far.
I just could pray for peace for my grandmother’s dead soul.

The mourners began to bury the casket of my grandmother
with clay and stones. A minute later, my grandmother’s casket
disappeared under the clay and stones. It made a great grief in my life.
I lost my grandmother forever. I missed all my happiness
I had with my grandmother by her death. Still, she comes in my dream.
When I wake up, she already escapes.
I burn and fall. It adds new hurt in my heart.