I can't peel off my skin
I can't beat about the bush
I seek gratification in others
Whose skins I am accustomed with
I know my palm, I know my fingers
I have heard the moan of them
Hollowness reverberating out of pleasure
On and off, pulsating with an ecstatic rhyme
The missing part is left to guess...
‘The missing part is left to guess’…in quest of missing link is every poet…readers have to decipher…in some abstract poem...what I feel in it… 10+. Ms. Nivedita UK
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Nivedita, there is nothing abstract in this poem, the missing part is love