Promised to shed when heat
Bite golden grid
Promised to hold tight
Roots with the pit
And promised not to save
When falling inevitable
Planets and blinking lights of stars
Promised to keep beside feet
And so many sharer served sovereignty
Dedicating charms of charismatic creeping and crawls
Promised to pick the peaks with no pain
To sacrifice to the obedient idiocy
But crow on top to head
Promised not to resist final discharge
Pranab k c
30/05/2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem