Classic Poem

Much I have swept floor, veranda, yard,
the shade under the mango tree, that of the lemon tree,
and all the passages of the house. I do not know,
in which intoxication or hobby, the rough hand of
our housewife has made all surroundings neat and tidy
by using me every day.

How many brooms there are to accomplish such
simple household chores!
O God, manage for me such a vigorous sweeper
who will sweep with me the whole earth once.

How many garbage and waste are lying on all sides of earth
as if it were a corpse swollen with rottenness!
It is spreading rapturously a terrible bad smell
and the air is getting wet more and more.

O God, manage today such a vigorous sweeper for me
who will sweep the whole earth only once.



[Taken from the poet's 4th book 'Into White Darkness and Black Moonlight'(2006) ]