I am wiped out by the hot sun suffocating me;
I feel swatted like a fly suffering, barely surviving-half killed-
desperately making my last nose dive at my wings working,
and they are, and they aren't, and I am not sure. And I
am not sure if I am a fly still or have evoluted into something
without wings, feeling like a human to walk on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem