and at last
star peeps our land
to search a grass root
where from
life new will spread its wing
and at last
all are ready to bite
each other
to erase the home to dust
the melancholic maniac
waiting to push the button
everywhere graveyards
just from hyacinth to haversack
none bothers anyone
pleasing push the finger hungry
and at last
the last cries loud to strip the trap
buts and ifs are only local steering
playing fantastic
to penetrate the rhyme of the ash
Pranab k c
10/04/2024
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem