After many days
The old man sees the bright light
In the remote corner,
Being ecstatic,
He runs towards it,
But alas!
When the man scrutinizes the light minutely,
He realises that
It is the artificial light of the modern time,
Its outer surface is bright and dazzling,
But its essence is dark and gloomy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem