Answering a question
of life and truth, we come near the
absurdity. A third eye opens
Wearing the dark skin
in esoteric clairvoyance the moon
becomes a king of metaphors.
Love steals away the
poem. There was no complete story.
by accident. The pain lays bare the moonlight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem