Within me there is an evergreen forest.
The forest has caught fire-
hundred fire engines are too feeble
to tame the situation: I am praying for rain.
Despair has caused frustration-
hopefully success can pour water to put the fire off.
But when will it rain?
The sky is still clear!
This forest fire is neither a natural calamity nor man made,
it's suffering due to birth...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well expressed poem..........10+++++