Sitting alone I
Think, think and think.
Before my eyes
Peep the starvation-stricken
Faces of the children!
They look up at the sky
With a speechless, surprised sight
And turn over the pages
Of life to search for
The meaning of life.
Why they came here!
They think and
Make out nothing.
Day by day dry
So many BUDS
And during going they think-
TO COME IS A BIG MISTAKE!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem