A hut leaned against a house
counting its days
winter after winter.
One winter
snow shattered its roof;
another winter
rain felled it.
Someone bought the house
and
raised a bungalow instead.
One upon a time
a hut was there;
now
it is sod.
More often than not, it is the common fate of all 'Have Nots' in the society. Outstanding.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is the world. It is the fact. It is the reality that a Poet here given in this poem. It is great and likes as much.