Somebody in dream, gives ice- cream
With a scream I, open eyes in stream
Dissolved drug spurts, my desires
Not knowing twists on bed, besides.
Thoughts faintly and, saintly looms
As creaking, sluggish fan softly fans.
Free- gift-baits, freely snare us
Callous business grow, proudly thus.
Money is honey, Oh! honey, you know
Pour and soar high in, dark dreams now.
This is the material for this, material earth
To keep our warmth and, burning hearth.
But, buds as butts sway, around my huts
Cracking squirrels spring, with their nuts.
As my fans keep silence, in darkness
As my body sweat cools, in sweetness
With scream my darling, shakes up me
Kisses forehead and says, " pardon me".
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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