When I was laughing,
I lost my poems. After the iron grip of
venom and fangs there was revelation.
Are you a good listener?
Great poets are on the return. My
thumb prints the key to open the mausoleum.
Will you see the truth
of murder of a prayer and the questioner
comes to know the flowing blood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem