night she holds
on her buds
lips simply gather
honey from universe
skins are close
to temporal death
temporarily
and the ditch
returns
a man who leaves
no sensation unethical
before the dawn
night she sucks
all its plentiness and placidity
before the dawn
forgets her validity!
Pranab k c
28/08/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Unethical to ethical and vice versa