Dry the portrait
Colours escape from the horizon
Only smoke covers the beauty of humanity
Such a pleasant portrait draws nature herself
New year the orthodox crawling of habitation
Enchained time they took to rotate liberally
But empowered lust of ruling destiny
Pulling the total cacophony of cawing crows
Real the picture a poet tries
All the time to see by outer eyes
What a dash after such hard labour, tallent--
Man invested just to bring heaven on the surface
But see my love hell encrowned with manly hardship
Artist lost ones inner sense of loyalty
Towards nature and beauty
Dry dry only drums of bomb explosions
High reality of time demands to erase civilization
No prayer
No intelligence
No humanity
Simply kill and killing myself
Highest honor the race chanting
Pranab k c
01/01/2024
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem