One day a class mate with her bright eyes
And fairy face said'' I don't like to love lies,
As I believe in value politics.''
I asked'' what is it? ‘' she said'' it is very secret.''
But one thing I can share
As I love to tell the truth
Like a soldier loves his last breath.
I asked ‘'what is it? ''
She gave me in details her last night's bed secret.
I frown at her prolific profanity,
Stupidly shared her stupidity!
yes! the political ideology is for spreading and preaching....but the protagonist refuges to divulge, and the thing which suppose to secret and a thing of high morality here she loses her sanctity and shared the secret thing with other people....the two incidents in opposite of each other in nature and the protagonist did the things in opposite way...what a play of paradox! and this the crux of the success of the poem.......and yes, in our daily life we find so many situations where we do get some bit of stupidity, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice personal poem!)))) it males me smile... i don`t know why...