I splurge my thoughts,
How many times I wonder?
This precious time not fit to squander.
As yet my mind churns over
On these unresolved affairs.
I continue, by thunder!
Sigh.
Where is my post?
I ponder,
Why the delay?
This incessant thought nags me,
"Is it not due today".
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem