Turn on bed
To make the dream secured
And see on the screen the drama
Of a life-verified and stamped.
See through window
The curtain of light getting paled
As feet get burnt on tar coated road
To chase the frame that vomits shit
Dipping the face into the drain: shamed
Curse the pigeons
That pass insulting tones nibbling
Eyes with rising dust of apprehension
When the sun interrupts the night as
It comes into her grasp- stealthily
Torch the hour
That gives birth to the moon
When she succumbs to his song
As silence plays the lilting music
And her forefathers are tied to the post.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Torch the hour That gives birth to the moon When she succumbs to his song As silence plays the lilting music And her forefathers are tied to the post.....nice poetic expression. Beautiful poem.
Thanks very much sir for positive review of my poems. Gratitude.
Great review. I am glad you liked it sir. Regards.