A moment of oneself lost:

[Mohammad Ahmad]

Roaming in the streets
Hardly could I breathe
Sounds come faintly
Nothing I could distinct
In that bewildering moment
I felt the sky were rotated
As a millstone crashes
Even the lake I went around
Seems abnormal and it has a pale water
Everything seems to me blanched
As a gust of wind makes me shivered
Methinks that three years I was unconscious
Even my paper becomes untouchable
And the letters I carved were removed
By God!
Where do I have this gloom?
And the streets still vacant!
No home to return for
No furnished apartment
Only those scoundrels bide one's time
Just I am a bad stuff left in a corner
Here it is the zero time
There everything has to be vanished
Here the time of vicious souls
They will come
They will move
Then the streets turn vacant
Then the place will be dark
Everything will be enough charged
No spaces shall remain unless moved
Then everything will be equal
I looked to my wrist-watch and returned
Fatigued in the last breath
To walk heavily in the streets
Nothing was desirous for me
But my heavy footsteps,
After I mount up the ladder,
And gulped the last pinch of my liquid,
I found myself in my bed