Not always my loneliness can spur up thus
I roam in the city avenues like a perfect human being.
Drenched in mellow sunlight,
I walk across the crowds to the crematorium
And discover how a dog and its bitch
Make love in utmost filth
And this is how my words are airborne and land
My dreams entangle and fly off to distant abodes
My clouds gather dark, and in hopes of heavy rains
I still bud like hearty flowers
Each night, I see a dirge across my sleep
Uncountable hearses follow me each day
And shrouded pleasure inspires to love
I rejuvenate behind casements
In entrapped sunlight
And now, some dreams might rise
Now the night sea shall love me, not like any mortal being but God
Innumerable faces and many a trauma
Recollect in my being…
And thus I aspire to be immortal
And thus murmurs in leaves of endless trees-
Let life be as dense as autumnal woods
Let love be its brightest flower…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem