O god, the time in your
moment dies to watch the nemesis.
I pick the snakes between man and cheetah.
Your pride if wronged
bleeds in my poems. We all are destroyed
by changing the name of Supernova.
Sometimes the god turns
into a fakir to share the agony of human spirits.
After all it was your creation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem