In the torn mantle of dense clouds,
The tired sun has snuggled itself to sleep. '
A bird is lost in its thoughts
On a branch of a tree.
The arctic wind hiccups outside.
The closed room appears
Confined like a coffin.
Only the window reminds me
That I'm still alive.
In the shackled sad-house of night and day,
I've been staring into the space for a long time.
The boundless fog of my thoughts
Spreads far and wide.
The sand of pain-filled time slips by.
Stone tears rain on the cup of my heart!
God, let someone take me out of my coffin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I feel this poem, very well penned, real, thank you