The Room Poem by Iftekhar Bukhari

The Room

The room where I live,
someone else is in there too

We don't talk
Nor do we see each other

We just keep thinking…
I about him and perhaps
he about me

The light and the sound
have yet not been invented

Work is in progress
in the laboratory of God

I cannot share my room
with anybody
I want to live alone
Oh, I beg your pardon
To live or to die
is one and the same thing here

I think, that's what he
thinks too

He wants to run away
from this room
just like me, but
it is not possible

This room has no door
the doors are affixed into the walls
This room has no walls...

Translate by Kamran Awan. A poem by Iftekhar Bukhari.