Four walls, no windows, no exit
One light bulb, one cot, a table, a bottle
What else is there in life to contemplate on?
Day after day, month after month, year after year?
Misunderstood, abandoned by friends and family
Utterly alone! What went wrong?
I feel sick, maybe I'm dying-
Hell, who gives a damn.
The light bulb is out. Its dark. Nigh? Day?
Is it spring? Summer? Winter?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem