Pranab k c
15/08/2014
next time
wherever it may be
just looking at the sky
utterance would contact the fire
respiration would create the storm of spring
pronouncing smart the forest as forest
and touching the sun would have to tell
blow my beauty the beams you have own
the naughty rampant
show not your charm so fabricated
dawn and at dusk
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem