I can recognize that trembling voice
When spring descends wearing new robes;
Flippant clouds bear the sun in their frayed edges
To invite the butterflies during cracking of the sky;
One can't decide whether to sing or not; play
Tricks with curved planet of a leaf or not; revel
In the midst of diurnal swing of clipped wings
Or not; a miasma enraptured in the realm of dreams;
I can catch the essence a restless heart
Beating in rhythm with slipping second of night;
The worn out hair can't hide the pillow where upon
Tear of pallid season makes caricature of a crab.
Cancer is dangerous and this gives pain. This is entirely thought provoking sharing. Amazing! ..10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pain as cancer- - - a strong emotion, beautifully penned.
Thanks a lot.