flier knows no passion of nailing
fliers abrogate anti-missile diagram
abandoned by its usual proximity
high the heaven no their choice
low the valley stream meadows
vanished simply the white engulfs
flier crosses no pacific
no blue no wave no blizzard
deserts are fertile with white flows
residence crashed of Gods and Goddesses
temporary graveyards flying with no wind
dried leaves floating to be dust
mutation manipulation morbidity blunt
flier flies to catch a white sun....
Pranab k c
26/08/2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem