Dark night and
Unknown flower,
Both are here
But I am
Concerned with
The fire.
The fire that is
Burning me
And for which
I am pathless.
I am pathless
Not for fragrance
But for the air.
The air
That cries
Is not mine
I know.
I know
The moon has
Also black side.
But the dark night
Has bright side
That I am sure.
And I am hopeful
I am going there
From the very beginning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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