Pain of the day comes
again to light the lamp.The moths
are ready to become fumes.
What a hidden beauty
of love! No one wants to see the silo
burn.Who kills the god?
One day seeds will explode.
They had given a promise to build a
huge tree of bo for Buddha.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant poetry. " The moths are ready to become fumes.." Man knowingly commits sins and defies His Mandates… that attracts the inevitable. "Who kills the god? " Is a moot question. Top