The crowd of words silences me these days...
And the silence alone crowds then...
It is pinching..torturing...
Even blabbering seems to go well...
My whole being stands still...
Hands dropped loose..
Feet deny to be dragged ahead..
Eyelids refuse to lift themselves up...
A debate I could feel going on
in every part of me..
To relieve me of this torment...
To render me peace...
To calm me down..
This poem...seem incomplete to me today...
I hope...a settled, tranquil me,
will complete it someday..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem