greasy skin but liquid sensation
fibre head but drilled the memory line
always hankers a fabulous terminus
to ride on cycloramatic
craves for death to win
just yesterday as you
saw her in chilling faculty
no choice of being favored reflected
through all her hard and toilsome
crawling to cry
today also the same suffering
hiding the chastised belt
under the mission made her confined
to dictate the chains of learning
unanimous oily depth
her natural possession only warm
she fear to be absorbed
with clash to crash or creeping
greasy such impatient fleshy hawking
never know how to spell
right grid to kick halt
yet you face such sacred nudity
will simply launch own satellite
to fly another orbit of Venus or moon
necrophilic the word she ticked
to stay on reality
and impersonal loyalty
when grooming is being hectic
she simply excusing the clause
where no-entity hymns loud
at this point of jurisdiction
self-employed judge the poet himself
gave her back an arctic slumber
which made her flawless rigidity
simply a possible dignity
to make her dry for live another life again
out of liquidity
captured by sunny saltation
measuring high to be imbued!
Pranab k c
26/12/2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem