In starless night to-
think of you, watching the
moon dying away.
Downy mildew on lips,
like the secret killing
without a sword.
Libidinous
encounter with a spark
for honey-bee.
Satish libidinous encounter with a spark, what a creation. I envy your life. I don't wish to live it. I don't wish to feel it. But I want a part of it. I want to smell its aroma in the bosom of my fantasy, brilliant poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem! The use of imageries in this poem keeps the reader thinking deep. Pls read my poems and comment