Numerous words
Jostle with each other.
Those rebound
Hitting the walls of the room
And move hither thither
Crisscrossing at random.
Words turn breathless as
All the openings are closed.
At sight are two stone like
Stoic human beings
Inside the dimly lit room.
No one knows what they are waiting for-
But the words bear the pain
Being unable to complete a sentence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem