(To Mr. Barak Obama)
Eclipsed Cottage
The sun is half curtained
The pledged cottage is eclipsed
Fear in the cottage is bait for the voluptuous vampires
Tribes of the self-segregated province were once shadow eaters
Proud yesterday are now frightening obscure silhouettes today
The tribal chief at the altar knows not it all
Smoldering ambers reluctant to warm the chilly cottage
The dampened walls of the cottage are deafened too
Chief's groan fall uninvited on the indifferent walls
The Chief strolls midst the dark listening the howling of the stern muscles
Ekin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem