So many times showed my empty heart
So many times demonstrated legs are no beauty
So many times a little festoon carrying 'Beg your pardon'
Marched night through keeping days behind
Always someone commented beside 'The coward, the frustrated'
Yet I hide carefully all my passion from dark to dawn
Always someone desires to suck all my passions perverse and pure
So many times marked the track of own journey for different selves
So many times
So many times yet will have to show my every no-how and where-about!
Pranab k c
25/07/2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem