Vented Pots Poem by MSL Anuradha
Vented Pots
Wanton sirens and Don Juans
Gad around for new heavens
Lures, sneers true contententment
Like a laughing mirage distant
Yearnings end as yearnings
Loading them in chagrin and pain
In spite of glutting their wants
Linger they like vented pots
Unto death with eternal thirst
there z some wry humour i see in this too as in platonists...
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 8:24:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
a well meaning poem...good flow of words...you have deep insight into your write, Anu...10