tight as a bud
my longing for
spring
leaving vanarasi
glad that the ganges now
flows in me
Guan Eng - Soi Lek debate
lost in the head
and tail of things
a spirituality blossoms
shimmers
temple lake lotuses
the cold war
we leave our echoes
at the fort talus
the universe is
billion of years
we share its space
to live its minute little seconds,
or not even that but we do worry so much
as if the universe is so much to hold on to
abbatoir
getting one cow
to toe the line
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem