neither you nor I,
but our washed-out clothes:
shirts, kameezes, and briefs
under the starry sky
on the clothesline
whisper with each other…
A wonderful imagination. on the clothesline whisper with each other… thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Personification of things which are as common as our under-garments (and whisper with each other) gives an inside view of a man's mind. Thanks.
it's so sweet of u. thanks a lot.