a light not sure was that light
but a faint attitude hypnotized
to follow its elementary softness
I follow not sure I did it
but tried to make it strict asylum
where time never expects anything
to be actualized
the state was fearless
but haunting status of such knocking shock
made somewhere damaged some cells of bearing
thousand opinions and more than opinions
the majestic ecstasy where the measure of pleasing
a soul full of treacherous beauty and volcano to engulf
thousand slots of thought never ends its waves....
Pranab k c
17/11/2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem, wave of thoughts....the state was fearless but haunting status of such knocking shock