What will be our words
When we'll meet again?
What will you take
To ornament your dream?
Rather we keep silence
Among us; and-
Compare ourselves with
The sluggish creature; or bird-
Why don't you spread your wing
And show your real face?
That finds a soundless joy
Beneath its doggy mask.
Why should you sit and wait-
Things fall apart; as it was never
Stood; I hear that hollow sound
Of my own breaking; as
Raindrops fall and are sucked
Instantly; reminds me of the birds
That witness that rain.
Can you tell where they go
On that soundless rainy Night?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem