I am at the clutch of
Ferocious beasts,
Every now and then
I am haunted by them.
They surround me
All day and night
With sparkling eyes
And sharp teeth,
And I am a prey
At their hands.
I am just a play thing
And they are kicking me
One side to another
Like a tennis ball.
They play with me joyfully
Till I am too weak to move.
They play with me joyfully
Till I bleed.
My weakness is a joy for them,
They laugh loudly around me
Like invisible ghosts,
I can not see them,
Yet, I strongly feel
Their presence.
They are felt by every people,
And they will be ever present
Till the end of this universe.
I name these beasts uncertainty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem