'LOVE HER, Her friends, nature, the birds,
Even the gravel under my feet bade me.
No words, she uttered.
Never told ' I am fair',
'Neither am I young nor old',
A new technique of infatuation.
LOVE is quite boring, sometimes fake.
No one loves, but eats flesh,
At the wit's end, I found.
She was not wise, swallowed despair,
Like a wasp, made turbulence around.
I said...
‘True love is like roses, a dew upon it.'
Being a canine, she showed her teeth.
Blood trickles down from it in big drops.
Must it be watched on channels? ,
With a hidden camera, she threatened.
I thought...
How can we live in this world?
Only money is patted by law.
At last...
In the pandemonium she created,
I was burned down like a bird's nest.
Love is quite boring, sometimes fake No one loves, but eats flesh
Thanks for agreeing to my words. However, you must have a different opinion on Love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This was simply adorable! .......