You love yourself without
tongue, when you hear the voices
of timeless queer. To who you will kiss?
I don't' flaunt belonging.
Why you want to show the postscript.
Nature will find you one day.
Way before you had come
in my eyes, I had ignited the love
to become supernova. Legacy leaves the imprint.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A brilliant poem sir! Appreciated the underlying philosophy!