You are going,
You are coming
As and when required and
You wish, my dear friend.
You are mine, my so called enemy
And you are only mine who is
Always in accumulation
Here, there, everywhere
And enable me to stay in caution.
O my accumulator, I am thankful to you,
Not to my friends who are not taking
My so much care as you do, my dear,
You are my soap, surf and shampoo,
Please stay always here, leave me never.
o my accumulator, i am thankful to you, not to my friends who are not taking my so much care as you do, my dear, /*/ very superb lines sir....................
Seems like obsession! Soaps are good, they cleanse us of our dirt. In this case may be of the soul!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your poems are profound in their simplicity.