Joining back tribe
was not atonement
for separation.
The truth pricks like
needles in eyes. What it was,
comes through my poems.
Picking up pieces
of wounded light to draw
a map of darkness.
A well crafted write, sir Satish...................10+++++++++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
if you're harvester come to the field of poem plough, reap the good all