To accept the uncertainty
was a mortal pain. Between life and death
there was a neutral god.
Who exactly said, it was
imminent. You have to know yourself.
Who tells what, only blood will freeze.
Everyday one meets death
to pay back the debt of living
while taking breath under the burning moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed your concluding stanza under the burning sun dear Satis Hi.