On a hazy morning,
A thought floating across the blurry mind
Mirroring past actions and the whys behind them
Is this really me it asked,
A question breaking all actions.
As the silence speaks no justification,
Consequences cloud the shrouded future.
Its a dilemma indeed,
Which might dim but never depart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem