Who drinks country liqor?
Who gets its odour?
my friendis in space holidaying there?
Iget to see a blue sphere,
In the midst of deep thickdark,
In the midst of mushrooming white stars.
thanks tomy friend.
Whose love breaks,
And who gets the heartache.
Who traverses through prehistoric wilderness,
Who gets a glimpse of him in dream.
Where does a tusker tread in caution?
And I lie amidst corpses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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