Hearing the church bells during
The dusky morose, thinking
What happened last night?
A surreal blur –
Endlessly lurching along the
Soggy alleys, stitching the road,
Incising the wounds.
And there’s a lengthy musical
Or deaths in symphonic beds.
Heavy with sleep,
Even heavier with wakefulness.
Choose between sobriety
Or inebriation.
Hearing the resonation of the church bells
During the squalor, thinking
Where’s my faith?
Where’s my luck?
Where are my hands?
You lost them along the drudgery
You have toiled so much on infertile lands,
You have believed in much
Like the way you are swoon over
By maniacal advertisements.
Where’s your logic?
Run, run, run
Through the soggy alleys,
With me.
Do you have sturdy, limber legs
And a steely heart?
This is a dog-eat-dog carnival.
If you give up,
You’re just a hapless bone
Buried beneath the soil.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is very nice, its says alot!