He finds none
Wherever he goes
He carries his woes
He's been to church
treated like an urchin
No one listens, no one
Peace he finds none
He went to the village
Treated as a villain
Elders taunted him
Said go to the stream
Wash your own brow
Peace he found none
Even went over seas
Where weather over freezes
Visited mental hospitals
They tested his sputum
Every test they run
Peace he found none
At last decided to go home
There switched off his phone
He looked at his nubile maid
With an unsure voice he said
Will you marry me, be my hon
Said, "Yes! ", found peace at home
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I would like to translate this poem
Excellent write throughout............thank u, dear poet......anjandev roy.