Movement of life from day to day
Is an earth of shadows at the windowpanes.
Tasking breaths, frightening past
Writhing bodies, melting hearts
I ride on a train fated to Work Avenue,
Children carry their packs
Smudgy sandals pass the sidewalks
Sweat, pus, teardrops wiggle under trees
Tired limbs fall like logs
Bellows and gnashing teeth torment
Sky’s shading light -
Life is silenced flickering embers
From last nights burned orphan homes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your anguish at this world and ways is portrayed well........I loved this read!