Refusing to be 
healed.
A wound will stay awake.
Mired in bitter controversy, 
the captain said―
the war was not a deliberate act of 
atoning for the soul.
That prevents the sun 
to come out after a long night.
You walk in the light years, 
gaunt and dazed, 
in pain of hunger. The words 
hang in shame.
A city fails, for 
another voice of verse, 
in favour of renunciation.                
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I would like to translate this poem
The beginning of this poem, highlights our inability to opt for renunciation..Thank you for sharing Satish Vermanji..