Howl
Wanted to
Like Ginsburg
Write something called poem
Break-line one breathe…
But could not!
Faced question in myself:
Whose breathe?
Sportsman or woman?
A runner, swimmer?
Or a sick with cancer?
Somebody in deathbed?
Left his howl to himself:
'I cannot be Ginsburg! '
I let facts be, remain
Wind blew, hit windows
Shook the door to hinge-bolt
Pivots too did cry
Though buried in the howl
Of devils, namely gusts…
This howl was like wolves';
Hungry in deserts and plains;
All the world white, covered
With the ice and snow.
Wolves being as great
As they are, unlike us,
Declare war with the howl.
They are not like Saddam;
Neither are the drones,
Nor bombers, suicide,
To be death of nowhere!
'Hey go, write your poem
Be yourself not monkey nor parrot
You do not have to be a
Winner of Pulitzer! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem