Donot look for me in the lanes of happiness...
Because I have rented a room in the slums of loneliness;
Where I hear my own stories
& share myself- my woes & worries.
I have left that world of kin & friends...
For a place where bondage of bonds ends;
I think this room suits me well...
Although you might call it a second hell!
I had enough of social touch,
And veiled looks that hide so much:
I am happy in this world confined...
Where no fake voice echoes nor illusions blind! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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