I think I have planned so much for this life
Three sons, four daughters but only one wife
The girl crying for the train at the station
Gives me a reflection of my destination
Let me settle this all, today.
But the sight of her heel takes me away
I kept walking with blank mind and hollow soul
Was a bad day for me, I didn’t see that manhole
Loud scream brought her to me
But than I was not able to see
My eyes were full of mud and dirt
Three cockroaches running on my shirt
And that was the end of my story
That ended with a dirge of glory
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem