Who sentenced him to this prison of life
And threw away the key?
Who gave a pair of eyes to a man who cannot see?
A man dazzled by darkness.
A man who listens to laughter and cries.
He sits next to the genius, playing with invisible cards,
And it's no use watching his eyes.
He speaks the language of silence.
Silence, an unexploded bomb in his head.
And love's tear runs down the face of confusion,
Paying debt to emotion felt.
Drowning man, dreams through the day and sleeps through his thoughts.
Then he is dragged from the river of unconsciousness,
To rest on the banks of lonliness and pain,
When will he awake from this nightmare called life,
To the peace of death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes life can feel like a nightmare... Great poem! 'Silence, an unexploded bomb in his head.' - great line!