Time entombed, a negative
film, showing the
white bones of
a black moon.
I am surprised, how
a jungle of humanity, lives
with predators―
uncomplainingly.
A lost genre will find
new syllables to start a
heliographic script to
make history.
There has to be some
reason, in the lamb days
to become a wolf.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful imagery. Nicely presented. Enjoyed. Thanks for posting.