With deep fatigue and despair
Shoulders drooping on a dusty face
Bloody scratches of hurt hopes
In the corner of the eye
A swaying mound of sea salt
With a dead silence on the lips
Father has returned from the funeral procession of dreams
Wrapped in a bundle of ashes
At his father's face, How pitiful
With helpless eyes does mother look
From what abyss has this sigh emerged
Which is as cold as death
O mother! Where should I go
Which underworld
In a well should I drown myself? Tell me
Why doesn't death come to me
When so many people die untimely
An earthquake comes, the earth cracks
The sky falls upside down
In a sea of salt water
Life flows like a straw
Then why doesn't such a tsunami
Sweep me away...Mother?
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