With layers and layers of darkness
You and only you can shine like a bright star
How is it possible?
Last day
When I discovered you
over a heap of dead bodies
clasping rotten flesh in crooked hands
Between you and a lump of selfishness
I searched and searched
to find little difference
My heart started sinking in the sea
of sorrow
Oh dear crow
Cannot you be little different
from the sin-soaked world?
I looked back
with a grief-stricken heart
But
just at that moment
you crossed my grief
and perch high in the tree
With a strong shake
of your skinny neck
I felt
all your sins
scattered somewhere into the universe
And the bright blue sky
welcomed you
with its most tight hug
filled with divine love
Why cannot I be like you?
Why cannot I leave my past
and perch high
into the sky
One day,
driven by the deadly hunger
my heart lost before me
With sordid soul
my throat touched
a… just-dead body
Blood of which…
still has marks
somewhere in my
nerves of sanity
And tells me each day…..each moment
For sins full of selfishness
there is no atonement
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem