You thought Time
Would play thumri
While in the outskirts of desire
Someone hums a tune in silence.
Have you ever thought
Why you wear the shirt
The way you always do
Tucked inside the pants?
What lyric the moon composes tonight
Beneath the placid calm waters
Surrounded by shapeless shadows?
Time chooses to appear
As the topiary
Across the dark horizon of a dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem