There is no way in this obscurity
Yet I have been penetrating alleys and lanes
Can you voice me
What Way should I go?
My mind is swamped by panic and fright
Yet I recognise
There is no way to drip
And in this flash a sleuth of bereavement
seems to be forthcoming
and I'm in hidden habitation
trying to hide in more profound spaces.
I feel,
There is no way in this obscurity
do you sense so?
If not
Let me show the way to appease this blotch cognizance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem