Taijas Sharma
I know
My man
Short age and long gene
Like a prison cell within himself
And the spring of reverse thoughts
Where everything is victory oriented.
He smiles
Like a vermilion sky.
A boy
Is astonished at the position he gets
In the school soccer game.
I know
My man
Short age and long gene
A cut wheat stalk in the field
A wing lost moth
A sperm lost horse
A curse lost curse
I know
My man
A proud newborn Sun.
