It
was not the reality
I was unwilling to trace back.
Ignoring the last scene,
forgetting where I have been
afraid of fear, surviving in the dark.
Though all it took was a moment of serene.
After all darkness just needs a little spark
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good start with a nice poem, Deepak haridas. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.