When a child,
While passing through the digression
From the main road
As for to reach shortly,
I used to see the post-mortem house
Just with a raised platform
And the cots lying thereon
With the wrapped bodies under bed sheets
Or coverings
And on marking them,
I used to walk faster taking the steps hastily
As for to avert the gaze falling from,
Avoid the ominous.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem