The great movie goes on in the big screen,
Everybody watches it attentively,
The movie reaches at a very interesting stage,
It's suspense everywhere,
"What's next? "all wait to know this eagerly,
All of a sudden the screen becomes completely black;
After a while the screen shows the words,
"Nothing next,
It's blank, grossly blank."
The people become extremely disheartened
And they go back home with deep frustration,
A sense of incompleteness pervades their mind,
But they can not complain,
As the time itself is gloomy and inconclusive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem