in the deepest
part of the night one gets to know
the deepest
portion of
wisdom
it too is alone
and you begin to admire yourself
because it is
also like you
sufficient in the middle of
this darkness
that engulfs all that have known
and had taken
pride of
light and what is it all about
its honorable deception
with its commensurate consolations
about dreams that do not come true
and those realities that
pretend to hurt us
and yet
can never destroy us
silence is darkness
and darkness which had long been equated
with what is not good
has become
false
what we have been taught is only about
white and black
with nothing in between
their
true colors
shallow and deceptive
between these two huge mountains of
given choices
are myriad
plains and valleys
where i have chosen
to reside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem