You are my book.
I am opening you,
page by page.
I am done for the
sake of shooting stars.
Moon was very sad.
Cadavers were piling
up. Someone will climb
to pain the god.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cadavers were piling up. Someone will climb.....This poem is very amazingly penned with amazing mind.