Complicated! Yes it's for me and her,
For all those who are swept
By the plea of war and its glory;
This forgery of splendor and romance
Displayed in red on some white paper,
And also through the waves of shriek!
Is now burnt into floating ash…
Ash and dust of bombarded earth.
Scenting flesh and blood around
And touching afresh the doomed gloom,
On marriage or funeral white clad!
The adolescent beauty thrills
Though my madness kills
I am the both- lover and killer yet
Losing the love all exuberance gone.
Now I search for her
In the grey dusts -
My lost life and war…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem