A forsaken bus stood upon an empty road
Whose wheels turned but had nowhere to go…
Such were our thoughts so confined and bound
Uncertainty rips and vales utterly sound
So silent and pure and pristine they whined
Thunderstorms swirled and clouds roared blind
Just ocean without waves scurrying in blue
Lamp-posts without light and old beads anew…
An empty road walked past milestones of thought
Slaughters and bloodshed and whatever, what not
Perished in grandeur and merged back to death
A lonely man danced in the realms of bad fate
Gallops of fury that whitened to snow…
We all had destinies, but nowhere to go…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem