From the end I start
writing because the beginning
never begins. Poetry betrays.
It is like love. It
never ends. The time sucks the
distance. Your eyes break the heart.
No god is in near
conversation. Deaf and dumb
speak with pain of earth. She burns silently.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed earth is burning that Nature only can give relief!