Though I had long began
burning my boats...
words bluff!
They hover over me for,
there's a fidgeting story.
Jumble of misty images.
Time pauses and offer words
but I trust them no more.
A futile wordy exercise
of getting trapped.
Story is much beyond that.
Be it remain untouched,
untold, fidgeting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing poetry about a story crying to be told but not to be told on second thought. So, the poem clearly lays down the conditions- words bluff! /....Be it remain untouched, / untold, fidgeting.