it was widening,
the rift, between waves and ocean:
the resilience of depth was going
to challenge the height of winds
on the beach
i stand against the sun
empowered to face a solar eclipse
unreal, something was sinister in the
shape of the house,
the child walks whole life to find
a door, the shock of the rape of a
moon in a prayer room, i drown
in birth of vision,
the hump of knives, in throats and
speech, you want freedom to pack the
dead body of floral tribute of words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh My God.. this is very touchy... very sad but yes true...