The hesitant―
dawn cracks, as the
river of darkness squirms.
The moon―
was in last, to leave
the howling bank.
It looms large, a ―
brain-dead future. I think
I am forgetting my age.
You must face the
dying earth― sustained―
on prayers only.
This is the height
of dilemma. Why―
poems were hungry?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As the river of darknes squirms You must face the dying earth - Sustained - on prayers only This poem is a lovely piece of work done by you, Satish Verma!