Days of suspicion fall down here
None is beyond doubt
Whenever someone speaks of protest
We think it a chicanery
whenever somebody speaks of reformation
We think it a quackery
Whenever someone smiles
We think it a bantering
Even one oneself doubting one's activities
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'We think it a quackery Whenever someone smiles We think it a bantering Even one oneself doubting one's activities'