The days pass by
And nights overrun,
I shifted from
A prison’s closet
Finding another awaited.
My overbearing
Canopy of chestnut,
My books eaten up
By moths and dust.
What fancy
I look up to the windows,
A brewing life
Gazing below into the darkness.
A woman is cooking
A man is going upstairs.
Hold on
Another movement
Is in the offing.
Lit the imagination’s corner
Yet another Corner in waiting.
You smiled
What the brown eyes
Revealed
You are on a slow assault,
Hath anyone but conquered
The ruins.
I shall give up
But what else onwards.
Lo! A bird’s lament
Is a morn’s welcome.
-On my shifting from one apartment to another.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem