don't think you sleep now so early
don't think you refuse all the proposal
of killing ourselves
with the means of
manly absence
don't think you are acute to hold
a moonlit night alone to verify
the orthodox trigonometry
to measure the height and distance
of lower basics
yet your silence killed me as a devil
who simply like much to drink the
blood of morbid identity
when human feels to survive as human!
Pranab k c
1st December.2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem