The renegade
wants to come home
for penitence.
Execution wants to uphold
and become a doer again
without thoughts. Only cessation.
Between shade and tree
lived an apparition. It wore
a moon on the head.
There was no ending. The
free suspending threads,
join to make a circle,
like the god and his creation.
From oceans apart―
touching you,
by my
poems.
You were an accident
and you were the witness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The complexities of life have been nicely captured with equally far reaching expressions. Thanks.