Let’s leave the morning sun and move forward
The nature can show as if more vibrant,
Some barren, some green patches, some rat holes
to take it into our soul, think if you will,
not to wait for the saddest dreams,
Then and there, the tiniest sounds, the stench
Water dripping down the drain pipes,
Canal water bubbling up through the gutters,
Sweep them all away, shadows are thickest,
Nothing to do with the warehouses and factories.
Searching way across, evening has taken roots,
This again? Yes or no, a narrow windowsill,
Step by step, one by one, in a twisted heap
Cooing birds, scurrying cats with their blue eyes,
should we equate odium and love?
To fear nothing, how strange it will be?
Night has fallen, the tree grows taller
A coated moon, a single leaf, a sheath,
This pathway, this barricade as black as ink,
Allow to go by, to passing safety at the end.