Have my body and flesh, eat
But I will never give my soul
You bloody owl
You walk every day
As a horrible dream
In my mind
You walk every night
In the world of beast.
Bramble and bushes
And swim on the pond
I scream I scream
I must not say
I don’t enjoy
For I, enjoy with flesh
Without the soul
Have my body and flesh, eat
But I will never give my soul
You bloody owl
Why you play with my dream
With my desire and thought
Drunkard: soul on the bottle
Lunch and dinner at a hotel
Whole day I wait for you
But you come at midnight,
Ah! Hunger of the body
Troubles you, you come
To quench the thirst of your lips
You drink and eat
My flesh and body
Without soul
Sleeps like a dead
My life a cemetery that you made
I have buried everything
In the hope to have you
To get you
You let me down
A tipsy pawn
Have my body and flesh, eat
But I will never give my soul
You bloody owl
Awesome lines depicting the long lasting pain perhaps till the last breath of the drunkard's wives is really pathetic...you choose to say those pains through your words is heartfelt I invite to you to give a look to my poems also....thanks Aftab Sir..in advance.
Wonderful poem about the feelings of a drunkard's wife 'Woman: The wife of a drunkard'
in this chain of monsters each eats each no bones left nor flesh/ we in somehow in someway should change the course
Yes, even I have seen them...Beautiful poem especially on wife of a drunkard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem... shows your class.....