Vulnerable walls
Though thick and hard
Engraved with old memories
Mostly but unwanted and rusted
Shirking those rusted graffito
Passing swift through is my mind
At last, one golden moon sparkling
Graceful to grace me is found
Who could've that moon been than
You...a palate of sumptuous food
For my life oh my sole appetite-spouse
On that great wall you, for ever engraved
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'Hey, fool, one day you cooked for a change
For me to rest eternal on a drastic change
In this dirty mind of yours.. what does it mean?
Dirty though, you're my spouse, doesn't it that mean?
Walls with memories with one golden moon sparkling. Exquisite poetry, dear Ma'm....Top stars
An intriguing and interesting poem. A one of a kind write well thought out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ma'am lovely poem. Cute cherishing old graffitis always reminding how well you served the relationship. Very encouraging. I was actually laughing imagining the scene.