Poetry and pessimism,
The poet as pessimist and poetry as pessimism,
A poet of some bleak hope and harsh winter,
Ruffling it all,
Where to go
There is despair all around?
The candle is burning dimply
And that too for a short time of its own
And there will be darkness all around
As it was,
Struggling to emit
Against the gusts of the wind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem