night somewhere waits to peep through a trap inside heart where never dissected well the fathoms of dribbling self-torture just to forget existence ultimately guineapig on the hand of nature liberally playing the symphony to give someone force to masturbate someone inspiring to kill someone brutally and a soft touch of silent flow always dictating life to live peacefully and cultivating pleasure by serving others to satisfy oneself...
night the boss of cosmic universe where light always fighting hard to band its superior brand...!
Pranab k c
19/04/2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dictating life to live peacefully and cultivating pleasure by serving others to satisfy oneself... we shall serve others with a superior motive........... thank u dear poet. . tony