While dashing over,
The cusps of my heart,
the delicacy of rose petals,
i fear the silences of nights,
When I am driven insane in vanished dream,
When to forget the fiames of the wound?
I dont know the ends of pains,
but i know how it cuts,
deep and bleeds,
in utters of brain stem,
with distal radiation,
hunting in reciprocal and random.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Well written poem.......