These are strange days.
Outside my window
a laburnum is in bloom
singing a yellow tune of summer
but the sky has turned an eerie
red.
perhaps a storm shall break
or perhaps the day shall dissolve
gently into nothing.
you can't tell in these uncertain times.
seasons do not march tidily
nor nights follow days
in the order they
once did.
no one is sure
of anything
anymore.
MANJU PRASANNAN PILLAI
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Many things, as you rightly say, has turned topsy-turvy. An interesting poem on the present times. Loved it.