The dark of the night
In tiptoes she came
Shoes in arms
With yellow dress
Opening the pitcher
Of the wine old
A stolen kiss
In the door step
After many years
All she said was wrong
She was not in love
She said one day
I was sad for a while
Romantic I had become
A spell though she had
The creation of her body
Is pity love in the affairs
In detachment when I look
Back on the mirror
An existentialist behavior
No gain no loss
Was the affair I had
Like life itself
A zero sum game
24/10/2008
Dont be sad - for you place a One before Zero the sum will be 10 again. another great write +++++++10 regards anju
sadiq.......a zero sum game.......... is a.good write.......: -))
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I would like to translate this poem
Ambience is inebriating very much fertile to admit ‘All she said was wrong/She was not in love’…compelling poetry…. thanks for sharing … Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10 PS Perfect love is iso-unison n