Nowhere to keep my consent
Came to your nudity
Only the sacred sanction
A man could sleep after turbulence
A shelter a man could rest
A believe to attain ultimate peace and tranquility
Let's come to create again that primitive panorama
A plow and like CANDIDE we begin again!
Pranab k c
08/11/2025
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem