Knotted thoughts
Figures like shadows
The day in grey shades
The ears hear the faint footsteps
Of chaos infinite
No one cried with a wet cheek
But some pondered like the cat Celima
On the bank of the river
But was wise not to slip into the water
No body answered
No more any one thought of the questions
Because the questions smelled Black
And the day skipped to a jerky break!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great personification and imagery. I like it!