No way to go out,
No way to get in.
I am a prisoner
Of my own self.
No city, no town
No village, no lane,
I see the sky above
And the earth below.
Where am I?
No answer to give.
I, myself is a man
Of all questions.
But the air is there
And I am being fired.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
verily, man is entangled in its own self