Stairs laid out for upward monuevers
In generations wait for the master steps,
Marching of souls with galvanized inundation
Dodge the opening for conviction surrogate
At causes end affording feeders plenty,
Lives counter veil the stalemate of reckoning
Clapping the locusts swings in spontaneity
Excusing the rise of full moon belated.
Ways perfidious and submerged in pits
Forging the quintessence of achievements.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem