A razor
My dear can
Cut you.
By this razor
You can cut
Anything.
A word
My dear can
Give you
Sweetness.
It is also bitter
It all
Depends on you
How you feel and use.
A woman can
Call you a hero
The same woman
Can call eunuch
This depends on
The situation
And your position.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beware the woman is razor sharp in wit and weaponry...... congrats to the poet. sri mishra's insightful poems on human life are a veritable treasure trove any nation can be proud of i belong to the same language group as sri mishra. i am justfiably very proud to be so.