by Meng Lang
(translated by Denis Mair)
A VERSE ON EDUCATION
School children in a rickety room are silent
An old blackboard stands before them
To provide their lifetime view into the distance- -
The blackness of the blackboard
Grabs hold of their entire purity
The new teacher is you
The first lesson may well go right into the future
And so, children rub with all their energy
The black of the blackboard- -can it be made blacker?
This happens for one reason, for the sake
Of a little more light, just a little more
But a crack in the roof lets through
All the gloom of this world and the sky
You have not shown up
The classroom itself begins to speak
Reluctant to prophesize itself as a pile of ruins!
School children in the rickety room are silent
Silence opens a window on their youthful viscera
A vivid depiction of society's failure to provide the basic education for the youth. ' The black of the blackboard - can it be made blacker? A very thought provoking line of a beautiful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Children must be afforded with the right to basic education. So sad, hardships of life will be a cycle for this unfortunate children.