Kenebo Rajkumar Poems
|3.||Before I Become A Servant||12/23/2011|
|5.||Year Never Ends||12/30/2011|
|6.||Tribute Of The Freedom||1/6/2012|
|8.||One Man's Desire||3/11/2012|
|13.||100 Degree C||12/23/2011|
|16.||I'M Not A Male Prostitute||2/8/2015|
|17.||Love Inside The Vodka||12/23/2011|
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Love Inside The Vodka
Opened by an opener,
Smells come out of a true love,
Love sings melodiously into my empty glass.
I wished to have a fragrance of love.
Each dropp of vodka follows to the ice.
When I kissed to the alcoholic lip,
Touched inside my heart more deeper,
I feel the taste of the first love of mine.
Blurring becomes clear like a midnight into the morning.
I used to drag the vodka from the proper place.
So, she still dances inside the bottle.
Who’s going to be owner of my love?
If I absence today.
Asked between the two pegs,
Before I keep empty my bottle, ...
I died before you born
You yet not born too.
So, I’m still dying for you.
Have been waiting for my angel
Spring after spring, my spring never comes.
Lay under the my grave
Inside the poor coffin of 1945
There full of ghost procreating
Old cemetery of Second World War: