I am sad, you cannot
walk with me in the search of the
door bell of a dead temple.
Terrible, it was fluorescent.
Shame some globes are turning dark.
You are cool and cannot stop.
You are going into yourself.
to meet the dying end. No immortality.
will save the melting Himalayas.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem