A gem cutter
takes a pause
and finds the hate of a locked house.
The words scream
and hurl a propensity for violence
becoming an aphorism.
A pithy precipitation
was delayed. The seeds in desert
will not be able to catch the light.
I am still lonely
making peace with rain of arrows
coming from nowhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am still lonely making peace with rain of arrows coming from nowhere. Satish Verma, It seems to be not so energetic, but I think that solitary mind seeks for the challenges! Good! Be sportive as usual, Sir.