Eternal debris lying stagnant in the lap of time;
The green meadows still desolate;
The life and death of millions of brave spertercus rounding in a vicious circle.
Nuclear threat hanging on the trembling crowd;
No protection against unending dirt and pollution.
We all are facing the darkness deep to deeper.
Our sky is clouded with deep sigh of our fathers;
And we, even this days, are to tread on the same track.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a nice and thoughtful description of inherited evils.