a man often tells tales of the stars, the sun and the moon.
He sits idle.
listens to words and phrases and constructs prayers so that
god comes and obeys.
it is eerie narrative of scenes in an ancient drama when the poet
asked the cloud to carry the message
to the beloved.
it was not done.
nothing really happened in the mystic palace where a princess
lived in a cage and waited for ages,
but the ghost did not come
who she called a knight from the medieval period,
a mighty warrior, who fought against treachery and untruth.
was a victor and continued partying infinite when people
crazy adored, revered and prayed prostrated, and the spirit
lived on.
it is a changed scenario
ugly but looks magical as truth suffers and laments,
an age of crisis and fall it is of living beings,
who love to prolong to feast on the lies
that look as
gospel truths.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
living beings.... feast on the lies that look as.... gospel truths.... //.... This is a fine inference in the backdrop of ancient stories. Thanks a lot.