Been long since I read your poems
Afraid to be smitten by the lines of reality
And the cringing silence that would wrap me up
Deporting me to a world of enmeshed misery.
Tell me, why conscience speaks
Rouse one from a world of stillness
And enchain by its web of grinding truth
Preventing one to be a comedian of error.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem