My face looked naked
as I shaved off my beard.
Her forehead turned naked
when her soldier husband died.
Her eyes came back naked
when my carings stripped their sorrows.
Our passion emerged naked
when we felt each others body.
And once those trees befell
our home seemed naked.
I stood naked, when you
discovered my adultery.
Alas I have always thought
nakedness is joy to look at.
A sad and thought provoking piece of writing. (should the last line read to 'look' at instead of to 'watch' at?)
well a thought provoking presentation of the different aspects of nakedness.hmmmmmmmmmm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The world became naked when the last breathe stopped the sight became blank and the eyes became blind YOuth became naked when Old age crept in as truths poured in life became naked and romances stripped off clothes I became naked when you looked into me and you became naked when i touched your heart soaked with the sufferings the born child is naked souled with the pourings Visions started stream naked Naked thou art when thy thought parts and naked air fills with mysteries of heavenly spells...................... Indeed the more naked we are, the less hypocritic mankind be and naked self is more poignant and penentrating sword than others criticising words...........