Poetry comes naturally to me.
It hits me hard. 
When I see apathy all over
This place 
Too much indulgence 
Also does it give me anxiety?
The cause of this terrible migration
When we have to forsake 
Our beloved, name, body, face, fame 
When we finally leave for our eternal abode...
The place where our eternal companion
Is waiting to welcome us...
For our return, in eager...