Being chased by a bloody bitch
Actually the mad dog of street
Tried to keep myself unmoved
And then coolly gave her
A piece of flesh hiring from a butcher
The mad bitch couldn't guess
Some other bitches following her from behind
While the time of tearing flesh
The others chased her and finished
By biting her spine!
Pranab k c
27/10/2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem