time is like
a flower unfolding
if you are keen
to its revelations
this you must
have felt
(as i feel it
but perhaps i could
be wrong)
time makes us
see
what people keep
on denying
what history hides
what the writes
hint on those
pains
inside you see
dead bees
the ants ruling
on their claim
for more nectar
i let my mind
flow like a river
traversing dams
and taking all the routes
towards
the last sea
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem