What a marvelous pair of sandals beloved you wear?
And you resemble me Cleopatra.
Be careful my sweetheart as the road is slippery
And your poor Julius. Caesar is barefooted.
Look into the sky Rome is burning and Nero plays his violin with the crooked bow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Congratiulations! Your poetry is always uniquely Nimal. This is a fascinating addition to your fine collection of verse. Warm regards, Sandra