He is dressed to life
Waiting his brother to death,
Nightmares are now at work
They didn't let his endeavour sleep.
Akin to the solitary cat he is
To capture a rodent tonight,
Displays his proficient art
Pulling me into a thought
Whose vocational words
Unbidden hunger generate
But I see not it is valued
For the world is selfish.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Bastola. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks