Bed rock
Of my desire
Turns to be a
Sleep walker
Is it
The duty of my
Involuntary need
Or it is the sorrow
That is behesting
To relieve
Into words,
I am
Like a beduin
Vying for solace
With abstract vision
Pondering for a
Reclusive
State.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
GOT TO FIND THAT STATE? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?