Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
In the torrential stream,
the clouds
are falling
in the wet gaze of the rain,
my mind
rises and dances
in an unknown creation.
In the crazy wind,
somewhere in the distance,
a green forest
rises and sways,
to the tune of the jhumur,
the madal
is playing
the poet’s mind is sad
