Writing one book after another, nary a break in between,
wanting to think and write through each and every day
without stopping.
Alas, life stands as a barrier at times, because there
are things that we must do just to exist, quickly adjust-
ing, realigning our priorties, nipping some things in the
bud for the safety of all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem