Sleep child, the world is mad.
Sleep and be sane to your heart
the world is mad.
My parting kiss seals my oath, this time
to let you will.
The world is mad.
O. Sleep now the sun
is absent on man's perversions. With your eyes wide, to be distant scares and to be near dares.
The world is mad.
Stand then at the door post of your resolve
never returning, never going
but sleep and so never knowing.
The world is mad.
Tell yourself no lie as we do.
It is ease you ever sought
i have given you not and they too
the world is mad.
To lift again your load, should not be the sagging rest of your journey.
O. Sleep my child, the farmer sleeps and leaves his monotony to his hoe.
The world is mad.
Just to add to my comment your poem captures with great sensitivity the inability and helplessness that we some time feel in dealing with the dark side of life's happenings. At the same some we have desire to protect and caution our loved ones about the ills of the world. Child stands beautifully as a symbol for projecting all these sentiments along with our escapist mentality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic and outstanding. This world has become mad that so chasing all time with no reason. great marks.