If these walls could talk,
They would tell the sad tales
Of the caged animal I have become.
My seclusion from humanity
Which hollows me by the day,
Would top the walls’ to-talk list.
If the wind were a person,
It could carry my deep longings-
My wishes for that other life.
In its handbag my hopes dreams
And aspirations would compete for space.
Dutifully these would be carried to you.
If these ticks leeches and flies could talk
And that gecko staring at me too;
I would have asked for their opinion:
What do they think of our country?
What do they think of this life?
Perhaps then my conscience would rest in peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem