Somebody had put the feet
against the flame,
the street had become a wall.
Commitment had failed,
the doors were locked.
Collective guilt was seeking favour.
Repeating the same story
blurs the sky.
Sun will not come out.
You are speaking.
He was speaking.
Truth was speaking.
Solitude and silence
come before the summary.
I was responsible for myself.
Earth refuses to conceive –
fire in veins.
Doves had stopped flying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Earth refuses to conceive – fire in veins. Doves had stopped flying. ................the modern picture is well dipicted here...the sentiments are deep and true....the last line has it all....