I slept before solar eclipse.
At what time level of water increased?
When crossed the danger-line?
When water adulterous became my bed-companion?
Before realizing I immersed under deep water,
Painting-like water-village;
A group of beautiful mademoiselles welcomed me
With a bouquet of colourful death-flowers
And offered me a plate of eclipsed sun-flesh.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Before realizing I immersed under deep water, Painting-like water-village; A group of beautiful mademoiselles welcomed me With a bouquet of colourful death-flowers And offered me a plate of eclipsed sun-flesh A beautiful poem with wisely chosen metaphors. Thanks poet for sharing the poem. 10 for it. Subhas
Thank you my dear poet. I am inspired. I always expect support and I believe you would not dishearten me. Thank you again.