no space you kept to hold the liking
no space
simply hallucination jams the track
to track your truth and deviation
it's a long drawn line
increasingly becomes fade
to catch the origin of beginning point
only labs and archives
with deep sigh confused to locate
the demanding point of focus
at least once your feather of flying anguish
become white to show us
the excellence you should conceive
which formulated our expectations
and blatant dream
no space you keep untouched
where we could anchor our laments!
Pranab k c
22/02/2021
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem