The virgin blue lake
calls the flying seagulls. It was very
deep, but less than the pain of a poet.
The water leaps to
catch the moon. No dance of flames
to drink the hemlock of the love.
I have lost my appetite.
There are luminous gems on my
smoking hands. I will swallow the sun.
This poem of Poet Satish Verma resonates the high standards of the poetry of Great Poet Vayalar Rama Varma, who wrote in Malayalam. He wrote about the power of human thinking and his infallible gait and advancement of science and technology.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Part 2. Vayalar wrote: "I lean on the great walls of the horizon and control the movement (motion) of the universe".