Blood-soaked Scarf

இந்த மொழிபெயர்ப்பை வெளியிட அனுமதித்த நேசமித்ரனுக்கு நன்றிகள்.
உதிரம் படிந்த கைக்குட்டை

Blood-soaked Scarf on the herpes
Of the morbid piccolo

Innumerate mausoleums for the Only God

Senescent tree awakens in the depth
That’s extended into soil

The spool-wounded film
Residue with a tainted rim
Inanimate satellite

Aviating
Bird’s limbs
Enfolded pinnacles at the sky
Souses the first driblet

She, whose teen has gone-by,
Is pleading, to the old
Patron

The cycles of the day of miracle
Discharged from the projectiles of this planet
Made of the kisses shared with love.