Back to Bathos
Oh...'tis hard
to quit thine cosmos
It tingles nerves to dwindle down to a toss
Oh...summer is wearing off and so is our old Syprus
Damn it..obliged
To quit what I'll miss
My quill, the beach and thine kiss and hiss
Obliged to set off for the class cos
Obliged to go back to a dull bathos.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Obligations can be a pain. Nicely written, Moez. Thanks