just by crazy scratches
made that dumb mud scattered
never bleed but order out of beauty
horizon dark by dimming day
a nowhere to be shown properly
hunger from various direction
shouting loud through nerves
only some fallen feathers
gathered by passion all day long
now searching high a me most like me
a blade most like a blade
and a time out zone never bleed alone
scratching ceremony and orthodox simplicity
sense of no sin but pain to be amplified
increasing solitude where silence
most like silent!
Pranab k c
16/08/2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Most like me! Thanks for sharing.