A pensive Sunday evening was ruined, by a blackout,
The clouds rumbled and it begins to rain heavily, in dark,
Through balcony, I took a gaze up, — filled with doubts,
I searched for awhile, but could not trace a single mark.
Seldom realization: eyes, they adapt to change, so fast.
Followed by, the chain of realizations, most were frightening.
As darkness is fatal and none of these, is going to last,
While my shadow, appears-disappears-reappears, under lightning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem