Put on hold your pain,
outside our love. Your tears falling.
My hands to become flowers.
I go to milk tree to
pay back the debt. You rub my arms
gently. I shed my negatives.
Paradigm? Man says
ghosts live. A snake never leaves
her eggs. My poems remain induct.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poems are very amazing and these are really heart touching. You have interestingly penned this poem.