entered a colored gown from afar
with wind my room
it was dawn nearing
light embraced the silicon sand on its charm
entered a thwarted gown no other article
inside to put its a name
dawn carried the caravan
let me to set out into a journey
no other objects simply imagination
brought me with its wings
to an unending unknown unaffirmative
bewildering into space to fly and to float
aimlessly beside this
primitive passion of possession
only
was the hook
to catch me again
inside my own wearing!
Pranab k c
06/04/2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem