Lift off the topic reprieve
The floor is mine tomorrows eve
With the lack of the knack
Beyond gone- a handicap either way
It's the hamstring in expression-
The vocal self-betrayal
Longing for socio-velvet tongue adorned
...socio-velvet tongue adorned
There is a numbered lot, it cannot stop
A spinning top that cannot stir for found words
Not just for bound words- No.
Fold up the informal long sleeve
An uttered vacuous dry heave
Even birds have the words
Within reach- a bias inclined word-play
It's the virus in expression-
The oral self-snare trail
Longing for socio-velvet tongue adorned
...socio-velvet tongue adorned
There's a limit though, it cannot grow
a bending bow aimed at the crow causing panic
The next Pandemic? God knows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem