Night never returned
I lost once to pick
the right moment
to crash the earth
it smelled
it burned
it dissolved into wine
wine I refused
refused due to foolishness
fear made me vagabond
vagabond should not have the choice!
Pranab k c
05/11/2015
Quite intriguing write. In reality one becomes vagabond due to not letting any choice un turned. Thanks for sharing.7 points.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wisely conceived and written poem, Pranab. Thanks