Beyond any imagination in a treacherous humiliation that has
No destination, why am I bogged down so deep in darkness?

Except you, O God, who can know this well?
Accept my plea and relieve me from this hell!

No society has yet offered me a fine restoration, I need
To search for true perfection by pure imagination
Ultimately to reach eternal truth I long for so long.

Don’t know what words could describe this dangerous dilemma
Imagination or intelligence, that’s the question I ask you.

Question is my hand and answer is in your hand.
Why do you keep this in suspense?
Why can’t you break your silence?

God! Can’t you hear my voice?
But for you who can hear my heart beat?
Who can relieve me from this dark world?

Here irritation and frustration confront with
Inhuman intimidation intimated with
Tantalizing emancipation to a free world!

You have presented me with a heart soft and a mind delicate.
Unbeatably exhausted the world of imagination
Fights hard with the world of experimentation.

Many a pout has to be routed out.
Perhaps your gifts in me are not yet ripe or rot.
Art or science is not the question.
One cannot exist without the other.
Manifestations of both are to be given opportunities in apt forums.

That may be the reason for your silence.
If so, I think, I heard you voice.