On protected pot they dip hands to steal
On many mail they eat and feel
Elevated on chartered stone to calm the heat
Yet increases and beat
Elongated roads becoming cramps and damp
Walking laboriously trance and tramp
Burning flames finding ways to increase
Of moist hands slot there to decrease
Soon mouths relishing and embellishing
Of this cocoon open and cuddling
Voraciously the eat from many pot
Depositing hearts to various thoughts
Many notices this pretense and halt
Going by dirty ways and raft
Soonest their smiles will fade
And then it will be ours to invade.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem