Dying embers
of a super nova
that cracked up
a billion years ago
do not warm up
the cold loneliness
of my nights
and the sun
never rises
in the empire
of my heart
after i realised
that the experts
have written the program
with my blood
and without you…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem Natarajan thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken