how does my silence
blend well
with the sounds of the cars
outside my hotel
window?
how can my prayer
co-exist with the heavy rain
tonight?
how can i be so helpless
despite these strong arms
these legs
this mind that probes like
a scalpel
to a restless tumor
in the brain?
how can i be so timid
against the rage of the other people's storms?
how can i not be myself
despite my
own knowledge?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem