they say i am a sad man
living in a mournful house
with no one
the windows look
like stooping eyelids
the door like the backbone
of an old woman with
osteoporosis
the wall are blank like
a blackboard with nothing to say
those who visit my place
feel the loneliness of the air
as though someone is recently buried
when you come back to the house
and do nothing but gaze
at the bleakness of the hours
i am confident about my
existence
and i tell them
that they are all wrong about me
i like this day
with no one around me
It is the most peaceful
day i ever had.
i feel so rested like a
man sleeping on a rocking chair
while watching a Love Story
with the sound in the Off mode.
i am contemplating on the sounds of
the footsteps of the souls
of those who had long departed
most interestingly of those who
want to stay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem