Yesterday
In this country
There used to be the King.
Poets, Artists, and Singers
and Historians-
they all Praised Him.
The King dictated them
to write His glory.
Today
In this Country
There is no King.
Rest are present
King habit is alive,
as infectious disease.
Leaders, Heroes-
and all Actors
have been infected
A Ghost has overridden on them-
Today; in this Country
There is a struggle to crown oneself King.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem