Mind goes blank.
In the interim relief- I will wake
with the moon tonight,
to inherit your pain.
Picking up the marbles
you nurture the memories.
In your speechlessness-
you have spoken a Buddha.
Buried in lake you dig out
the incense of life.
A rumor breathes.The untrounced
myth becomes the angel.
Will you meet the danger again?
The wounds were
becoming older.You want to
start the fight afresh? Against
the inevitable?
Why you were growing the sage?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
start the fight afresh, good one sir, namaskar.