Doesn't know what to say.
Or knows-
Weeps, falling into the dry pond of Saipara-
The wind blown over the head-
By the Falcon flight-
Remains as an inverted scream -
The mockery of a distant word.
How can I say?
How can I say?
This is the-
Biggest problem.
Dilemma in mind-
Becomes the knot of Nylon yarn
Makes the multiple combinations
Grins loudly the brown fox.
The worst condition exists
I am on the run-
Everything is in complex situation-
Extremely panting is the crazy mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem