1. Haiku, Sparse Enough
The onion moon is chopped by ripples.
Pause or pass, don’t count the words.
2. Assonance
The bayonet at my back is Time's.
Let me disarm the metaphor with half-rhymes,
To match my inner pulse in assonance
Of syllables beyond all utterance.
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September,2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite intelligently penned. I enjoyed your work. Thanks, Ananta