After the ‘ghost and the darkness’
My mind still reflects
My drum beats faster
My body guitar plays badly
I recall every scene
Alert as never
Moves at any sound to see
Oh no! That was a bicycle
Along the balcony
Imagination threatens to damage
But at same time thought to be Samson
To kill a lion if it comes now, yes!
No way out when it comes
But not with that comedy
That was just a mere cockroach
The broom could not even harm
No! This is not how to begin
Everything must go normal
Be at ease and at peace
Then, the wild bird's feast
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Be at ease and at peace Then, the wild bird's feast 'please' you plead but there is no escaping this deaths Grip i love this though it was confusing midway to me