[Khamoshi]

I don't want to write your name
although my fingers
are starving of a desire to do so.
I am leaving only a sign
of my recent passing by
And later on I will tell you
that my pen had lost its heart

I know that for you
it doesn’t matter.
This is my last word
I am going out of your game
to search for my own self
in my sorrows.

There I will continue
to praise your light ,
the quiver that devours me.

Anonymous