I came to the drooping scent of wine,
touched beard and mustache,
was blind in the nearest shining of the sun,
earthworm dug earth under feet,
I felt the coolness and heard sniggering of quean,
thought learned I'm only on these ladies eyes,
kept ataxic gait
through the lane of myself
at last
endless end
did not find me…
2018/Chattogram
Wandering all in thought will take you to places which are beyond reach. Nicely thought.10++
I like your poetic comments on all my poems stay at it mb
A right choice and a right guide always go together and vice versa also true. Need to be sensible while choosing. Good work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well crafted composition. Truly exceptional.....10+++