An evocative poem of longing, by Kamrun, exclusively for Different Truths.
In the idling of the midday sun, Someone roaming and circulating like a wanderer… At the tip of the gourd creeper; In the green wholesome crowd Dreamy eyes want to touch The green fragrance The extraordinary, gorgeous mistress... The doves are screeching in the evening shine Maybe they have no address! Raven may somehow get their endless destinations But still roaming and searching their nest. By dividing the shadow of nature I thought I would be a kite Could flow the lantern in the dark of night. The lantern was so shiny, was so colourful; Those were the happy times of life. In these crowded mirages Even the stars bet And still flies in space; But it is only for a certain moment Because life is still a web! O joy! O! The guide of the edge of time! Don't forget me, Don't forsake me, Even don't leave me alone – In this subtle deep abyss. When everything is silently burning! You were always standing alone As a lamppost in my deep passionate life!
Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths
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