Your slender appearance
I take in my arms;
I become desperate
Without knowing
What next to do!
Words of love,
Warmth of passion,
I pour into your lips.
Suddenly you make
Yourself free from
My eager embrace.
I restrain my nerves;
Repose my veins;
I take the path
Leading to the cemetery.
Better to confine myself
There than to hug you
With bitter joyfulness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed this poem, Sudipta. Thanks for sharing