It seems someone has cast a dark net
And the town has become a trout caught in that net;
It seems no morning has ever approached here, -
The town has sub-merged in an over-flowing darkness.
The town seems to be an island of fairy tale.
It seems someones, like giants, are snatching away
The ornament from a teen girl's forehead
And then devouring her bone-marrow with rapture.
It seems someones, by tearing the civilization into pieces,
Are eating up finally its bones and flesh.
Hadn't ever a single monk or saint come
Amid the darkness here?
Then you, o poet, take the responsibility
And play the guitar of light into this darkness.
This is a remarkable poem, both for the intense portrayal of the the danger and peril of our modern world and the faith in the power of poetry to comprehhend the situation and hopefully transcend the crisis. Thanks for translating this gem of a poem.
a musical way to defend the path of religion..........good write.I invite you to read and review my poems.Thank you.
Ahh music for the heart, light for the darkness. Excellent
spot light on the face of the darkness; to reveal the world as it is
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very catchy and though provoking.