There will be a time,
when the receding waters,
of a massive tsunami,
swallow up selfishness,
without leaving a trace.
there will be a time,
when the red hot iron rod,
pierces its end into,
cunningness which dominates this planet.
there will be a time,
when the word 'caste',
which blackens our tongue,
like a black mass of coal,
cripples itself,
like a disabled individual.
there will be a time,
when God will evilly set,
fire to our well-structured,
expectations, which grows,
bigger in us through our balmy days.
there will be a time,
when raspy whispers,
turn into roars of a jungle.
there will be a time,
when a silver thread,
passes through the core of ourselves,
like the moony ends of a pink pearl.
there will be a time,
when the word 'injustice'
freezes in our injured throats...
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I would like to translate this poem
i felt the same way after a huricane thanks for sharing