The sun sets in the west
Time to rise for the day
It's time to work
The harsh reality lingers
Weary men retreat home
From a busy day in the farms
Here I am heading for my job
My job which contradicts the normality
I'm sole and lonely
In the darkest hours of the night
The crickets chirp, the wind blows
My limbs go numb with coldness
I hope against hope
Hoping for best, preparing for worst
Ignorant of what awaits me
Praying God to protect so I can protect
Everything so still and quiet
My closest pals being crickets and moths
They hover constantly around me
Their chirps and noises consoling my heart
The so long and boring
The dreadful darkness drags away
And sun's light finally shines
Giving grace to my soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem