The pale sun (its watery light filtering
Through albino clouds)objecting to
Planetary transgressions,
Rains salt tears, waterspouted from an angry sea
Returning to humankind their own
Acidic and corrosive dreams.
Killing new growth and leeching poison
Into ancient roots
A single voice rides the wind and whispers:
I am Shiva—Destroyer of Worlds
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem