I's unfortunate…
Some words vanished from my poem file.
I'm unable to re-call
Which of the star-dust had made these bids of pearl?
No manuscript at hand;
It's hard to fill up the blank too, to my end.
And, the message of the poem…
It's all the same;
A honeycombed chest-
One more post-war Afghanistan!
Should I call myself a fortunate
If the blank holes look
With an allegory?
Dated: 26-09-2017.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem