Bread and butter literal
Warm melting and fluffy
With hot brewing coffee
Poor man's dinner
I thought
Writing poems on paper
Poor man's intellectual curiosity
Down the street goes
In golden robes
Dantesque court writer of eulogies
He has given up everything
The first love of the poet
Is begging for a meal
The other who happens to be a poetess
Is writing on the wall
Using charcoal
In the hush of the night
The poet himself
Is in deep liability
Plans to buy himself rum
Than food for the night
Islamabad
31/5/2010
First love of poet ‘Begging’ meal alias …poetry….from? Inner self? Melting…coffee poor man’s dinner…hah hah… Poetess uses charcoal good media to paint word …only hush? No blush? Or bliss? Convoluted metaphor...thanks...Sir 10/10 [poets’ and poetess’ and for havenots’ dining delight] Ms. Nivedita UK
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I would like to translate this poem
woww poet's first love begging for a meal and she the poetess writing on the wall-graffitti is it? begging for his love? nice Sadiq-a style which can only be yours ++++++10 anjali