Unstitch my memories,
I have come home,
My bag was full of worries.
How will I spread my age?
An old man reading the palms―
cannot find the glasses.
After a mutiny, nothing was
left of a hissing pyramid.
Tell me the shape of tomorrow
to come. In dark I have
to bury my name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Tell me the shape of tomorrow to come. The question faced by every one though no one has found answer. Thanks for sharing.