touched by her melancholic isolation
silently put my steps beside her unpleasant presence
yet fire by touch helped us together
to invent another world of flying and fuming
nodded her head as reply of my meaningful arrogance
nodded her nips as reply of my finger tips
nodded her lips not to utter unwillingness
just her thirst made her close to social arena
melancholy was not her choice
her respect was to perversion
touched her soft and transformed into rude journey
rather wild that accompanied affiliation made us morbid
at least for an hour on the surface of blue planet
Pranab k c
29/09/2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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