No sound was there
No sight
A simple look
Hangs from the silent imagination
Just you think
The fire
To Ignite an eternal candle who thinks
If creative lonely
Hunger escalates
Through body and soul
The look a huge estimation
To burst the night and infinite
As if another collision
Makes another earthlike planet
Where nothing to achieve
Except loneliness
You think
It a parody of lunar eclipse
Pranab k c
19/08/2026
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem