[رولينا]

I was sitting alone in my room trying to write a poem
I hold my pen and close my eyes and dream
I write my words that are hanging in my thoughts
My words declare the darkness of the life
My words have an impact sharp as a knife
My words reveal the strangeness of my heart
My words embrace it and play their part
My words scream at the face of terrors
My words feel for the poor and for them they are mirrors
My words are candles in the night
My words fight for the human's right
But suddenly I wake up and realize that my paper is white