I am living with my words,
And also, I am dying with my words.
My words are everything for me.
My words are giving me light
And so, I am not in the dark.
I feel the pulse of the dark
That is there in the light.
I feel the life-music in the dark
And that is not there with the light.
I see myself clearly in the dark,
And the light has no such power
To make me able openly to see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem