The smell in the wind
Was foul and strange
The fog around there
Shortened sight range
I tried to recognize it
But was not certain
The smoke in between
Looked like a dark stain
Perhaps it was smell
Of a kind of disbelief
Prevailed in the wind
That steals the relief
Every known person
Seemed to be strange
And the inner sense
Do not accept change
The change of values
The change of morals
The change of faiths
To win all the laurels
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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