It's a dance of desires, Sir;
a medley of forms
A nightly swirl of how
lives are savoured
that otherwise are dry
in the embrace of boredom
It's a parade of skills and value, Sir;
a show of what one's got
to see if it convinces
A way of living that completes
the relentless chase of the days
and eases the world in unburdening it here
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem