silent a space it needed
to keep the bag behind
what more could one carry
at the time of final departure
simply silent a space it needed
to think the disaster of staying long
circled while unnecessary one acquired
experienced a lot to cover the time infinite
only the finite
one drew by sleeping smooth
deep and dreamless
abandoned a mutiny within
to avoid the soul what speaks
not by hearing
space to sleep again dictating
tomorrow not to follow the order
coming and going with ceaseless harmony
what more one coild demand
before diggng a trench
to hide all the passions
never fulfilled
not even required properly
just to stick oneself busy
with the track passed by
serious and thoroighly
bypassing hope greed and hegemony
Pranab k c
31/07/2022
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem