Visualizing the demonic transformation of my casual habits deconstructing rather it perforating through the consuming conscious
I know very well this writing would not serve your pleasing enjoyment
I know very well it will not bring any ephemeral feather to take
the flight through eternity
yet
it's a demonstration of my hunger to have a passage just to dislocate
existence with not-fallen hazards
And at last a fine line I draw with alphabet you deserve it:
Just hold the baby to feed the breast your own... your own...
Pranab k c
22/02/2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem