above a sky so lovely yet
a sky no longer any property owned
by any lunatic emperor
just a layer of hollowness
could be blocked by territorial lunacy
yet no longer the emptiness
wide and vast just spit on ones entity
who tried to stimulate the infinite by own
fanatic fantasy
stubborn the legal word
to use to detect those
who yet not realized
the legacy of being rubbish
fame not the passion
fathom to penetrate
could be the real choice
sometime it happens
many times it happened in the past
Pranab k c
10/01/2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem