the fever came
the body is aching
overheating itself
the truth irks
the hand drooped
the foot grins
he focused on
the work
on the table
those very thick books
the complex problems
to be resolved
lurking like ghosts
inside those folders
with dog-ears
he looked up to heaven
asked that for the meantime
he will not be taken yet
he still has a great responsibility
his mission is broader and wider this time
like his overstretched shoulders
many more are goingto be saved
many more are to be served
all those dogs and other beasts
burdened with all suppressed indifference
the sky darkened
the world is blackened with polluted clouds
strong ill winds came like pirates
to turn everything aground
there is no more strainer or stone breakers
stolen by chance and those passing night mares.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem