It's like a loud gale...
scorching hundred miles an hour
leaving bruises at the brim of mother-earth
it never stops be it twelve noon or midnight
but knows how to growl and wreck my high.
© Emu Getachew November 4,2009
'leaving bruises at the brim of mother-earth'... this line is suggestively imaginative...nice write, Emu...thanks...10 read my piece - Love And Lust...a simple one it relates
He is but the pole.. that shows the harbors.. gate... and stands.. before each storm...iip
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing with into the perfect octave and octet of emotional orchestration ‘Lust is timeless Lust is boundless Lust is never tasteless Lust is moralless’ ~ niv PS I mean injudicious lust 10++ Ms. Nivedita UK