Dear heart,
your beat takes to flight,
like the devils bat,
droning silently in the night.
Kindly come back like a spell
before the witch hunt begin
or i will be forced to pen
your mistakes before the warden.
Who enviously envies,
your dirty laundry and fame
like the Hungry cheetah heaves
after chasing his weak pray all day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem