Night is as of Morning
Darkness—not visible
Yet, at times, from all the directions around
Rises a lot of screaming-sound
Silence
As if the cream of blood
Covers our aloof and inactive crowd
With the help of a sheet's shroud
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pit Viper looking very beautiful but it keep deadly venom within its beauty!