A tantrum,
scenic events by it's nature precedes,
uproar there-in nurtured by lucidity,
incendiary eyes,
bouncing clustered brows,
ought-to-be words of ruin,
in chattering downpour,
to convey a bridling tongue.
A woman to her seldom priceless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, really good write. Liked it.