Prison
In this house of silence
Nobody whose voice I became used to hearing is left
The smell of smoke comes in from the burnt garden
Its tall trees are also expecting an earthquake
Lowering their tips for burial
Alas! It has ended where it started
Everyone who had wings and the chance has left me
Fled like an arrow
When the wings open and at the moment of escape
Flight is good and wonderful
And whoever isn’t able to fly
Falls at the corner of ruin in anxiety
Where is their speech-writer and storyteller friend?
In this house of silence
All our hopes die waiting
All the saplings die in early spring
You look at everybody
They are beaten and bored with the repetition of the day
The sunrise is unfortunately saddening too
We should escape
From this house of silence and destitution
Towards unknown cities far from here
Wherever the bustle of living is to be found
Even if we don’t have wings
We should go on foot
If we can’t go by foot, we should jump into the river
We should throw ourselves into the water
We should go there with the wind
By any possible way away from this prison
We should escape
We should escape
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