I seem to have lost my way,
At this time when I'm turning gray.
Can some one take me home, by the way?
If you ask me which way to go,
I'll tell you sorry, I really don't know!
My head is broiling, with ideas uncoiling, though.
Meek souls all around dampen my spirit too,
Acquiescent and compliant, to whatever they're told to do.
These sacrificial lambs, unaware where they're being led to!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem