Riding the back of a sensual saint
a white tiger
was turning the human genome
into ashes.
The moon was climbing up.
Snips were becoming tainted.
Decoding the helix has brought down the god
into a module.
I am encircling the basic truth.
Sky is turning dark.
Saffron bull has broken the golden gate.
Blood is spilled on the sidewalk
lined with marigolds.
I am standing alone on a pathless beach.
Sea has sent back the harvest of grief.
From the periphery agitation starts.
Center has no choice. Absolutely
self-ending-in-self. Each breath comes discreetly
deep in the ravines of soul.
Neighbours were watching.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A copper tree that kills the crows, kills the eagles, even lichen will not grow. Sterility as the letter T. Leaves in a cup brewed bring a sad residue. The changes must never be let loose into the air. Your intent is the alphabet of change. A spell.