The poet in me has changed I guess
Even he hates to be caressed;
He loves social media, an exchange, an embrace
Nothing cynical, just love and hate, silly laughter
So at the end, everyone walks away not ready to cry, simply to whisper
How dare he said that! I get back at him next time
Then again I do hope he wakes up on time at sunrise
And the modern format allows me to inflict pains on him
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
After perfecting my cloaking device I will a new site with new name new email address don't go look for me please no more love or religiousbpoem just focus in poetic elegance and subtle metaphoric expression and style