Who is there?
The question is
Returning to me.
The sky is the witness
Of every incident,
And I am the bait.
It is everywhere
I see and what I see
I cannot describe.
I hear the sounds
That are coming to my ears
That I cannot say.
Hearing, seeing and all the acts
Are not under my control.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem