never she hides her sculptic tombs
never she scold anyone to observe the beauty
hard and pleasant as knife and melon
bushes dark but easy to guard the cave
a bitter sensation somewhere bugling night and noon
hunter to manifest the law of eternity
streaming strategy the hill holds stiff
somewhere bugling night and door
never she close never she opens
perfection the perfect illusion
once she learnt from lunatic
who taught her a mischief makes a man
sometimes near to be a perfect man
oscillates the she now and long
perfection and illusion
where stand and where not
she never hides her confusion...
Pranab k c
16/08/2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Easy to guard the cave! Thanks for sharing.