1
Here, take this scripture
And hold it for me for some time
Those laborers bathed in sweat
Seem to be telling something to me
I must go there first.
2
Hey! You are photographers?
Please, take a snap of tears
In my mother’s eyes –
After her departure
They will tell me the meaning Of compassion.
3
No! I am not happy at all
With the teaching of your school
For with the growth of knowledge
Ignorance is still not going away
And learners are blinkered
Like horses.
4
Tell me the truth!
Did you not spend
Half of your life hating me?
I won’t follow your steps
Because I have to reach
My abode before night falls.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think the poet has great desire for learning of new things.