Wading in tears
you want to catch time. Sun
will bake your eyes.
You undid my charm,
weaving a web, wearing the
threads of wounds.
Do prayers help the
cobalt valley of cleaved
breast in moon?
A well penned poem, sir Satish.....................10++++++++++++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a prayers bows the indomitable heart to the ground to know inner-self........