My hands and my legs
Are blind,
And my senses are
Taking away everything.
I am ignorant
And You are my only friend,
I am staying in a house
And nine doors are opened there always.
Let me admit, I am
Under the clutches of my wife,
Holding three flags
I am running after mirage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem