It was midnight, I fogot to put off the switch
And it was delivering bright light
On the table there was a glass full of water
A half read book was all open lying on the ground
Street dogs were barking outside
Seems they have taken the responsibility to save the world
A cockroach was crawling over my bed
It was crawling over my face and neck
A skeptical feeling
Yet I was enjoying.
Another cockroach was flying over me,
I named it naughty cockroach
And it was late night without sleep
There will be call for prayer after a while
But I was feeeling very tired
Longing for deep rest....
Something like taste of death.
The title really fascinated me... and the poem is superb cool. In the end I also want to say how to get out of there.... that was different because mostly people write about butterflies.... your was unique one!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yikes im a 'roach phobiac so i so enjoyd yor super poem! D cobroach always makes me flee.