Heard the news of the death of the Colour
Slopes of the mountain broken shadow
Remote peak laid a light, bloody light...
On the dark pages of plants
Written the end of the last poem
Curiously the moon legs hanging legs
down the branches of Meghasringi...
O ho ho ho....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hearing the death news is so sad. Mountain breaks in to shadow. Very amazing sharing.10
Thank you my dear poet.