How can I describe
The face of the sun,
The speed of the ocean.
I am on this narrow lane,
And you are asking me
So many questions
Without any prior permission.
Endlessly I am trying
To get the work done,
But to my surprise
No one is coming forward
Either with pen
Or with the gun.
I joined myself
With so many associations,
But no one is clear
In vision.
I live and I face
Problems of poverty.
I drive my car with care
To touch the horizon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem