1
 
Here take this scripture 
And hold it for me some time
Those laborers bathed in sweats 
Seem to be telling something to me 
I must go there first.
 
2
 
 Hey, you are photographers? 
Please, take a snap of tears
In my mother's eyes -
After her departure 
They will tell me meaning 
Of compassion. 
 
3
 
No! I am not happy 
With the teaching  in your school
For with the growth of knowledge 
Ignorance is not going away 
And learners are blinkered 
Like horses.
 
4
 
Tell me true! 
Did you not spend 
Half of your life hating me? 
Yet I won't follow your steps
Because I have to reach
My destination before night.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    