My kismat, I will
live again. I have lived, you have
to live. Pain is your guide.
I shout Zoom. I
know everything, but do not know
myself. The ignorance was a bliss.
No certainty hurts.
You grope in the dark to find the
lost eyes. The light was revengeful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem