Blown candle
After moves and motions
In the night of desert
Sits silent silhouette
Everything is question!
Sky is large canvas
Painted is leopard
Spotty with stars
Galaxies are countless!
A golden strike in the dark
Then flame on candle
Curls giving birth to light
Lit dancer gets a life
And rises, grows tall!
Suddenly a blow
One of those snake-likes
Crawling in the sands
Comes to kill the candle
Once again light is dead
The world is silhouette!
A revolt took place
With name of Shakespeare
What about before it, then after?
What about Socrates? Plato?
And Zeus big questions?
Lost are we, unaware!
How many mutinies?
-till one found its place
-fell to knees a great
-dictator, Murderer! ! !
And our time?
Can we be next witness?
Cruelty, crimes and racism?
Will there be a world war?
Maybe yes…
Maybe not…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem