To get a feel of
love for the jinx, unwrapping
the gift of dying.
I will not touch you, but
will catch your voice
and stop aging.
Come anonymously at
dusk and light the moon.
I will wait for you in dark.
Who was the criminal
in giving away the skin
of black moments?
One day behind the moon,
I will meet you
somewhere in storm.
At the centre
of gravity lies the ignominy
of black hole. Come and
let's make new stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Satish, such a great poem👍👍👍