Thitherto we attain to a point of priapism…
Why not my friend, part our ways affably…?
You too became a pit from a shiner,
Who knows what I too quirk into gradually?
You being a peerless skipped all counting,
I too if break-apart may palpitate into infinity.
I shall too find an excuse quite adequate now,
and someplace else to indulge subsequently.
If odds are low to ever become a destiny,
least we shall become a path to a finality…
Been a while, in a wonder are these moths,
"Burn in flame of love or fly-away empty…"
Love too happens to be a game of fortune,
end up in dust, or become a sculpt heavenly.
Should we meet by any chance now whatsoever?
would embrace you like a robe made for you only.
I have left all the devotion now "
What to do when people become almighty…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem