But last, the rain has come torrentially!
No more, the summer’s sun can scorch our heads;
The campus-life has turned too, cordially;
For one more year, we’ll be like newly-weds!
For some more time, the snakes won’t harm us men;
The jackals will not show their wild nature;
The place will be a lion-free a den;
The bees can stock more honey for future.
And righteous men can hold their heads all high!
The evil ones will take a low profile!
And corrupt folk will become rather shy;
All men can drink river-water, not bile!
My God has heard my prayers after all;
He’ll hold me tight, not allow me to fall.
8-30-2001
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem