Lying on a bed, eyes are closed.
So many thoughts—
What went wrong? What is right?
Is it always dark, or is there a bright side?

I don't know,
But I am not tired.
Perhaps, I just need some sleep.

No matter how dark it is,
When I wake up, a new fight begins.
As long as a lamp is burning, it will keep shining.
I will not stop,
My battles have their own reasoning.

- Prabodha