I am a man indeed very wild;
A cherisher of the open field and a dense jungle;
I snarl and roar like a mighty lion with manes,
Changing colors like a chameleon -
I change my mind to the impulses of nature.
Guilt ridden by the awful ways that failed our parents. Darkness tells of this shame to the dark source - the Bornless force that was, that is and that is to be.
I am a solemn worshiper of the darkest night: the face of evil or the dark lord, I am the light of the universe
and you are all my beloved design.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great write telling of dark days of suffering. I like it. Mohabeer Beeharry