How can I wait..
When there is not a single penny in my pocket
In the name of ancestral heritage
A broken roof and a few torn and tattered books of poetry
The most useless books of today
A lot of spit to choke down
And inertia such that if someone riddles you with bullets
You won't even utter a word
A hollow mask of respect
Her forefathers have left
So that the generation stays away from immorality
A rag of advice
But pretending to cover herself in a long sheet
With the wishes of some royal dream
How can I wait,
When the whole century is locked in a laptop
And the life system
Mortgaged to the traders
Rulers of the whole world are after
Against love..
So this time is not free from danger
For the expansion of love or for waiting!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem