The annoying shall keep after sleep,
My condition can peep, and this leap
Is made permanent too far away,
Like a force that may bend to Bombay.
We see ghosts after many are kept,
The years forced me as I had leapt
Forming days; and the nights were in race,
One sees pain and the really fine face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem