no difference from other days
no extra hazard appeared with bliss
to make awake
only a penetrating pain it hammers
to unlock a passage to poetry
whatever looks ugly
mind tries to conceive its beauty hidden
what looks beauty by its appearance
mind dives to catch the thread
of its ugliness under the current
nice affinity of today’s
acclaimed proposition to universality
poetry becomes confused
to utterly intention of erasing
poetic attitude from other days
and moments of yearly counts
but poets are not busy to project
a colorful crematory day
they simply know poetry bothers
no days or moments or month or year
infinite the glow ever active
to glorify human tenacity towards beauty
so come on baby
let’s have a punch
to make you blushed
the ultimate anxiety
you gloved with horrific
transfusion
come on and dance well
the day gears up your soul
to cross the ocean of life
to dive the life beyond livingness.....!
Pranab k c
21/03/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem