Your voice never I heard
Your skin never I touched
Your obscenity never I smashed
Yet you crazily desired my death
Your ambition high to hack the sun
Your ambition high to gamble in heaven
Your ambition to blow out the legacy of eternity
Transformed you into insane
Yet you never stopped yourself to fuel your impurity
which always misleading you through the ditches
At least once you touch your palm
solemnly tell yourself you are you
nowhere to anchor and nowhere any obligation
at least once you keep yourself shut within you!
Pranab k c
8/08/2020
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem