(First published in The Ravi 2015)
I flee the jaws of Time's story
As they snip me apart twig by twig
Black Roses nesting
In the flesh that was broken
Sand sweeps in, questing
Eternity's whittling me down to a sprig
An Enting lost in a paper factory
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good attempt indeed. Thanks.
:)