A Mysterious Fish Poem by Neelamani Sutar

A brand new mysterious fish
broke youth.
A mysticism exotic fish speaks to me everyday.
He spends his crazy time
at noon and spends the night endlessly.
I woke up in the morning of
the purple sun
after a ruthless swim.
Cut off unspecified water.
He's actually the golden fish in my hideout.
A mysterious fish that spreads the fragrant youth of
the beloved rainbow
in the crystal clear water flowing in the latent thropes
of my soul.

If you understand how much
you can swim,
you can become a fish.
What a life of shame to
spend alone
without a life partner.
Write a long poem in
blood -stained hot water,
you, the invader of my
hungry heart.
Unbearable lust burns the city of my nerves, blasts the lanes of artery in my body and the water of wild desire dances.
When the day is born,
the fire catches fire
in the dream.

In the night and day of the life of a deep cast net --invisible,
what a strange twisted
illusory lie called darkness exists in the debt of dreams!

What are you waiting for?
The golden -silver gusty wind blows like a calm fish -like winter.
This afternoon,
this mysterious species of my boat coloured fish.
Talk to you very soon and
keep up the good content.