I'm now a powerful vocalist,
My lips soften like lubricant;
when
massage in frictional surface to
produce soft contact's,
My glottis strangle
like threads of a lead guitar Producing
sound of soft vowels,
Per bit, per second, per hour
This song loops as a snoozing watch that
sings at a punctual;
when prompted to remind a time Keeper,
But on My case,
I'm unready to be lead a Choir group
Sorry I now sings;
even birds in their nest hear Me singing,
As it has become singing
Singing affair
Like the lonely desert Parrot;
with its eyes dropping fluid of bitter taste,
Just as a Widow does when Her Husband has travelled to eternal abode
I'm heartily sorry;
that crying has painted My eyes red and fluid
with My face is cheering up without any grain of blessing dashed in Me, but in My heart is filled with micro and macro atoms of agony,
Oh Soul Brother! ;
oh Soul Sister! let Me mourn!
help Me plead None! ,
for I have done no wrong to Nobody!
But I'm still worrying as to justify Christianity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem