In a bundle of silence,
carrying a lot of loneliness,
I was breathing heavily, breathing in peace,
while blowing smoke of sadness
In the mansion of wealth, I was suffocating
The burden of home and business weighed on my mind,
the dilemma of earning and managing money,
my body and mind were entangled, tired
There was no relief in the coolness of the air conditioner,
there was no warmth in the room heater.
The house had become a luxurious hotel,
the family had scattered to clubs and discos
Having gathered all the comforts,
even while living among my loved ones,
I was so lonely
Within me, outside,
there was only darkness.
I, aimless, without a destination,
was walking,
drawing in peace,
blowing smoke of sadness
From the half-open door of a distant hut
The yellow flame of a lantern was peeking
Catching the thin line of light
I approached the hut
The hut's house was much larger than mine
The compulsion to sit cramped with them, eating together
was much better than the distance of the openness of my house
After years, witnessing the warmth of tender relationships
I began to warm my cold soul
A voice came from inside the hut
Look, there seems to be a fakir outside
Hearing the sound, I was getting lost in the darkness,
Under the guise of wealth,
Hiding the poverty within
Taking a breath of peace
Blowing away the smoke of sadness
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 馃槉馃檹 
