From a storm-tossed sea, half of the bridge was swept away.
Many left hoping for any means “to rescue them that day-.”
Stuck on a bridge, “who could move or find destiny’s dream…?
Each conjured “the how” for such-a-rescue, for a survival team.
Sure, there are many ones “gifted” with not platform to shine.
Their future gifts can be ‘lost, ’ without “medicine and wine…”
Please, don’t let this be-! Lives can die-out in humanity’s sea…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem