This is not the time to love,
The desperation for belongingness;
Thoughts and time,
The futility of existence haunt
And I wake.
Words colour my waking dreams.
Me alone with my solitude,
The unmitigated vanity of a wasted life
In ruins,
I hear the clamour of daybreak.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
"Futility of existence haunt and I wake"…., clamour of daybreak… great expressions.