They would want to steal their tender hearts,
From being taken after the exchange of rings of files,
By someone who may not know how subtle they are,
All thieves are not after silver and shines, but a few,
after heart break, pick love, ransack and wet eyes,
They would like to ransack what little they have,
For a good I phone, many have to mortgage,
the ancestral home along with milking cows,
Look, they are dwelling on the high rise with chop sticks,
The debris between their teeth are too big.
They are glamorous lovers to woo every weak fingers,
Either to swipe their trousers or to be naked of welfare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful, really this dramatic lover, I like it. thanks.