The knife peels off
the silence.
Colours were very shrewd.
*
Tonight I want to sleep
open-eyed, to keep a
vigil on shooting stars.
*
The wood god
had no limbs. Only jewels
were used as prostheses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Read the poem but failed to understand it closely. But I liked it.