In war of attrition
with moon,
you need a black eye.
The stars blinked.
A milkyway changed its stance
and went on fast track.
The sense of sky
was changing. Earth
decided to take off the veil.
I was not engaging
any contradictions. Let the turmoil
throw up an alternative.
It was seen coming.
The blind snakes
starting an intrepid attack.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem