Poetry

Different hues were lit up. 
A water drop falls on my lips. 
 
I will ask the words 
to traverse the circle of clouds 
for cascading moon. 
 
let the mob― 
climb the mount of greed. 
I am here on the earth, 
 
to meet the flames 
of thoughts and shades 
of wounds. 
 
There is hope and the 
chains. I will receive 
them in ecstasy.