Old Beauty
Unblowing air
Unshaking leaf
The trees who forget to talk
Roads are like sagging thieghs after mating..
Colourless sky
Burnt ash of day stack
People without feeling sad for dull sun's death
Inside the village where you left
Long procession of standing dead bodies
Aroma of a new nameless flower
Snakes running helter skelter leaving their holes
Injuries on my back from centuries
For the burning of applied cream
Waiting for a friend like cooling mother
Dear, Turn once towards waiting heart..
Dear friend, come
Come quickly
Before cutting the rope of life
Come friend
Beauty of old age...
Translated by,
@HoneyBindu@
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