a green and soft ray
entered throughout the dream
to steer the whole story
better come close
sit beside the fire it burns
night as a whole
bells are stop
and deaths waiting soundless
come to carry the ignition
if undone feel the pride
that leaf from somewhere else
blew to catch the sense of greenery
as if all we try to grip a mighty dawn
but chains sing high to blow you a dash
random or ceaselessly a stream of favor
our prime condition and so dark never gets
any chance to blow desired destination
Pranab k c
29/09/2021
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem