metallic tune from distant horizon
feathering heart to wing on a land
no map ever known its devilish divinity
threads getting loose
to tighten ethical imbalance
hieroglyphic hangovers thrown out
no sound ever clued its mystic affliction
simply a dawn without dark
never could be possible
such was the passion to embark
frozen parameters where in hibernation
metallic tune simply centered a mirror
which never shown any direction
only a motion makes a cycloramatic fusion!
Pranab k c
22/12/2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem