Officer,
My child…..
Officer,
My father has…..
Officer,
My mother………
Officer,
My wife,
Writhing with labour pains,
Perhaps die….
Officer, officer, officer? ? ? ? ?
But all the officers! ! !
Are become stone? ? ?
Due to this Jam!
Will any body tell?
The cause of this,
Indefinite closure.
Will anybody solve?
The puzzle of,
This untimely closure.
When will the road,
Breathe again and open;
A dying man cried,
Faithfuls are offering their,
Holy Friday prayer,
On this road.
Perhaps sick and faithfuls;
All are in hurry to meet Allah,
All merciful! All benevolent!
By this road closed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem