Shower
With ladies, together
We stand, take shower.
I am fully dressed
They vary, different.
Some stand in the rows,
Some gather in circles,
Some joining as crowd.
All of them united
-resemble the soldiers
-of army; war-ready.
Some covered as I am,
Some nymphet or pageant,
Some brave, full-naked…
Showering, wet, stare
-at nicest-ever-curves
-and find them erotic.
On and off send them kiss
-in reply they give leaves
-to glide and fly in the air,
-left to right and reverse
-till they land on my face,
-eyebrows, lips and head.
All of us soaked, drench
-from the rain shower
-yet have fun, pleasure.
They, the Autumn-Trees
-blind me and tie me
-mesmerised, wondering.
Feel lucky, lost, drunk
-among these colourful
-and humble miracles
-and my heart is beating.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem