Its a terrible shock.
A person moves toward a ferry.
The waves of the
Sound pierce the heart.
Nobody bothers-
The touch of the dew drops,
The smoke of the evening cry.
It encircles the city.
We the people want a crossroad.
The river and the rivulets overflow.
A small lady asked- 'what a strange!
You are trying to cross the river.
But it is overflowing you.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem