It may take place for months or even years.
I know you're walking on a thorny path.
You're filled by gloom and mind is full Of fears.
You feel it's all due to the Master's wrath!
You walk with care on streets looking both sides
And feel that you are flanked by enemies.
In brain, rise high, the angry ocean's tides.
You shudder suddenly and shake your knees.
You feel dejected and loose all your hope.
'How long I wait. Good days will never come
In life! The faith in God is just a dope.
And even if he's there He's numb and dumb'
The time-wheel spins with changing hues on loom.
You wait till then, when brighter colours bloom!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem