The email asks me to download the pictures,
The name of a woman may have the curvy structures,
The emails arrive with intervals,
As the lady in red in PH web site,
Has no enough materials,
To sew a proper blouse,
What is there in a picture,
When everything is in a single dimension,
No shades are added to tickle the imagination,
The bodies of men and women are great,
And they are filled with water and air,
The lying bodies speak the stories of lies,
Projections are seen as the elevation on the land,
Palpitation is wrong as it may make the heart weak,
Seeing the barren pictures is not my pastime,
As the scribbles may not be visible to my eyes,
Please don’t ask to see your meaty pictures,
In case if it is sent again,
I may dress it up and send it back to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, like it, a great write.