I know why?
because alphabets
don't pant to extinction
voice don't climax and turn cold
poem or prose don't beg
assurance... they live
in rooms without windows door
I know you are very demanding..
I know you wish to have
“making love’ a replacement of
breathing, living perhaps
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'because alphabets don't pant to extinction' .... is magic. Fabulous! Damn, I love words - especially when they're strung together like THAT.