At the edge of darkness
Sleeps the epitaph of mercy,
Since the time spark-lit her magic
Shadow cursed the hour of urgency.
Here comes the ancient mist…..
Snaking her way beneath the well of toxic grim sin,
Thus commences the chase, till the end of days
And so begins the epic of the invisible amongst the unseen.
(C) Obaidur Rahman. First published in author's debut poetry book 'The Mystic Inferno' in 2012.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem