Ashes everywhere
Burns everything
Even moments
Nothing to achieve
Nothing to disclaim as my own
Nothing to bear
Nothing to repent
A glass simply be immortal
When you think of its fire
When you smile
A star falls on your bloody nipples
Actually we think only when we
Think of resistance not to die
Actually morbid such word puzzle
When I try to compose named poem!
Pranab k c
28/11/2025
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem