Finally I am here
There is no room to breath or anyone for your thoughts to hear
The floor is wet, the drinking water is too hot for ‘humans’ to drink
This is definitely not a place to find peace, but a black box to think
Of all the right and wrong reasons
Of every wages of thoughts you have spent, in the dark days and seasons
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem