Trust To Vishnu.

Poem By Gencay

I saw you in my dream last night
You were under the cherry trees
From twin cherries sticking together
You plucked it and handed it to me.

You were looking at me, you were quiet
Your eyes were shining brightly
There was a sign of peace on his face
A kind of joy was burning in him.

My eyes are filled when I see you
My rib cage was jamming
I was angry at you for leaving me
I grabbed the cherry from the nerve and put it in my mouth.

I broke both my raw and my teeth,
Then you break my broken tooth
you pulled it without hurt
And turn to me

"..."

you said.

I was mad at you, so mad
Look at your eyes for a moment;

"Why did you leave me, we were friends,
Where were we friends until we died? "

I said.

You said, "I kept my promise...".

So
Now
False
If I don't understand
Are you dead?

Is that why you're missing for months?
Why are you dead?
I could not keep my word yet.

Ey that I never knew
But my dearest friend!
It took me a long time to understand you
Forgive me.

"I'll always be next to the cherry trees, come here whenever you want to see me"

saying and disappeared.

You are a great person to me
The mystery of this poem is just the two of us
Just both of us will know
You and me.

Then now you
I entrust the great Vishnu
Until it comes to you forever.

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