Terrible broken life is there across the coast,
Sudden rage of tempest is raising the fallen spirit-
But the poet's eyes are filled with obsessed dream.
Although the daily values are being sold at the rate of Kg-
The agony of love, blood salty sweat, flowers of sweet words,
The coiled smoke of cigarette, the illusion of exchange.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem