What does it mean
If I replace the mountain
with a slide?
And I pill the ram horn for
a feather?
What does it mean if
I replace the canine of a lion
with a molar?
And I dagger the breast of a cow
for a cocktail.
I put a guard on a locked door,
with me is the key,
On myself I locked the door,
keep wondering what they say
outside,
I took a sigh wine shot,
after his speech,
and the billows in the breeze
paid my thought a visit,
I smile to the smoke pain
when in anguish,
and cover my pain with a pain,
and shed the tears under my tears,
what does it mean?
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Shuaib Ameen. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks