Agarbathies
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from inside the cover
it's cry was
"oh go let me out"
after a while
I saw it uncovered,
and there
it's smile was
charming
and the timber
on it's head
began to step down,
spreading smell of Lust,
here it's heart beats
itself.
after awhile ceremony going on
someone spell it,
this joss sticks Less Lasting
and shortened smoking,
"yes may you correct"
an elder one replied
if you ready to imagine
you are the joss stick
never say like this,
here you should be
ambitious!
am I correct?
Yah I am correct
oh guys
Let the talkative blow
their blunders
I must tell you the truth
dear Agarbathies
where is your
timber now
try to make yours smell good enough
because you have to in
before god mown the bell to class
*Agarbathies (Local usage) : joss stick
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Azhar. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.