notches of burn,
ride-out a gum berth.
a whey spread
signs a wide
phyletic disc
sinking
between cool
lines and thin
stationary clusters.
mud jars,
a world is loose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Between cool lines and thin stationary clusters, this journey is wonderful and this amazes mind entirely. Wise idea is shared here....10
Dear Kumaramani, Thank you very much for your kind words. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. Regards