i am enjoying native dish
fresh from the counter
when i saw your pretty face
pops from mirror's corner
i could have swallowed few,
and bit my plastic fork to crack
you walk towards my table
and press my shoulder blade
with sweet whisper 'how are you'
i turn around to see your smile
i see glitters of your eyes
hold me and i'm yours
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very serene, pleasant, and nice. Cryptic title, though