My muggy room shares last portion of air
Sitting on all fours, feeling so small
Nobody present, but I'm here in front of the chair
Speaking to lifeless portraits on the wall
Waiting for some centuries for a drop of rain
Papers smudged with lines by vertical
Where is the rainfall, washing my pain?
Perhaps all four seasons made the circle
Distinguishing days by periodicity of light
Hail in silence my Shepherd for a miracle:
Draw the curtain and perish my sight
