I Am Exhausted Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

Exhausted is my mind, fatigue beaten is my body, pooped is the environment,
Tired is the bright day; bushed is the dark night,
And my sense sat at the house of worn-out breath.
This environ prevails each side, everywhere,
Broke out there some fatal malady in the city,
The news are repeated in the paper every day,
The prolonged reports of incidents is not the solution,
I unfold the newspaper with new questions,
And apprehensions assembled on the threshold of my house,
The captions contain pathos of Time,
Each page seems finding something thought provoking,
In adds, in pics and in captions,
Mist seems floating in the wilderness,
And there is no change in the travelogue of yesterday,
Problem-prone are the idolatries same like,
The same talks of distribution, the same questions of boundaries,
The same matters of war, the same contents of horror,
Even the believers remained busy in genocide,
Those were to build the houses, but remained busy in setting them on fire,
They are the shrewd characters of worn-out politics,
They regard themselves the followers of Christ but they are themselves disease-prone,
Cold corpses cannot be any caption,
And recognition of any faith.


Where to and where should I go, I am baffled a lot,
I am despised to see the dead consciences,
How should I prop my decrepit thoughts?
How should I evict myself from the cumbrous era?
I smell frozen blood from the newspapers,
Everywhere I see nothing but blackness,
Let the newspaper lie in my lap,
I am exhausted and let me snooze for a while.

Written by Jagdish Prakash
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar