There’s no death of loved ones such that would not give despair
There’s no emptiness in itself which couldn’t be felt
There are no such attempts which would pass human
Just as
Death is a cold metallic nutcracker
I recognize her husks
Pain is poured poster paint around the navel
That which is a washed it will erode
Even windows - ravenous dogs which constantly suck the marrow
Out of incomprehensible solidification sunrise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is nice and philosophical! I like it. Keep writing. Pls read my poems and comment