।। HB Rita ।।
Dark insects all are here
floating independently all-day long
Visible, relentless flying
They disappear as soon as they are touched
I can’t find it anywhere.
All blurred here,
The world today is shrouded in fog: all fog
The face of the beloved child is also blurred
The sky, clouds
Drops of dew falling on the green;
Day by day, these eyes are losing light and strength
I am entering in a dark cave!