Saw I
With the red tongue
Held out of
And she mythically yours
Wearing a head of sinners
Slain
And the four hands
With the conch, weapons and the snake
Giving a bizarre look,
Shiva below
With one foot
Placed over by mistake
And she repentantĀ of that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem