The lady who led me
To the desolate lagoon
Cried ‘open sesame ‘
Looking into the eerie wilderness;
We entered through the appeared entrance
And explored the quaint empty place.
We discovered some alien glossy gems.
The human touch turned them glassy items.
Frustrated when I hugged her tightly
Her coy blushes shone like the lost riches;
Now the salty smell filled all the niches.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem