Far beyond the light years,
I will seek the darkness―
where the hope was born,
and night had the faith.
The trust not betyrayed, become
meniscus, when the crowds
start coming. Dog bitten you scowl.
A half-written poem was ripped away.
An inside truth comes too close
to flames. Something limbless―
moves in empty mind. In the
falling snow a dove flutters like a myth.
Half-truths are touted now as,
a new brand of secular religion.
Something was amiss. Man was
afraid of himself, becoming semi-god.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Far beyond the light years, I will seek the darkness― where the hope was born, and night had the faith. - You said it well, when we are in the darkness we hope well, when in light, there is nothing to hope for. In absence of hope, we recall on darkness, where hopes belongs. 10 from me