Can't roll on the bed,
when the feeling gets on.
Touch that part,
that plays the tart.
sometimes swollen,
otherwise shrunk.
sometimes full,
otherwise dull.
sometimes jumping,
and pushing up.
otherwise rumbling,
and crushing down.
sometimes we curse ourselves,
to look for it on our own.
otherwise we curse the world,
for turning us down.
sometimes it happens,
when we overeat and burp.
otherwise it happens,
when we are in poverty.
sometimes we do not realize,
how gifted we are.
otherwise it is a known fact,
that we are abandoned and dirt poor.
The best example of obsecure poetry. For it, we look for; but it happens suddenly. It is hidden. When it is frankly said, it does not appeal. Well written poem.
V.S. really very effective.I do realise you are gifted with wonderful feelings. a nice poems full marks.
It captures well the ever-changing moods and swings of human feelings, VS...very effective
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem bringing to mind the two sides of many things...