A vagrant scribbbler just completed few lines.
A piece of creative writing and it's expressing
his inner feelings.
The narrator of the poem is a feminine gender
who made a protest quietly
and the poet was shocked simultaneously.
He sees the little woman a featherweight
who stimulates on the lines
and he heard of her whispering.
'Hey! my dear stick-in-the-mud
why you forced me to involve
with this baronet sexless?
Still the idiot expect a virgin baroness.
How could I be a virgin
after sleeping the half of my precious life
with a notorious poet?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An amazing poem in which what is not said resounds louder than what is being said. Very interesting, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra