Freaked out on the stair,
while staring at a hunchbacks flair.
soon he damn turned in to a flare.
Flames caught the curious eyes of a baby picture
collapsed in to pieces of a feathered creature,
tried to cry on the death of a faceless preacher.
Did i make this human portrait
which looks like a piece of wrinkled paper.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem