Sitting on a chair, in a room, with a blue roof,, a bulb glowing in the
right, trying to light the room, but failed due to webs made by
spider, which is spread all over the roof, fan giving fast air, helping
those webs to wavin and fluctuates light in room...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sitting on a chair. good poem. thanks. I invite you tom read my poems and comment.