Voices plagued my head today.
Posing numerable questions about me.
I battled and fought with these thoughts;
But one remained: When was I last free?
The night sky and its eyes could not ease
Much pain, but they managed to flick a switch
deep within the confines of my brain.
My two eyes glazed then twinkled,
Like vaults being prised open covertly,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem