Give me not a gift wrapped version
Of holding on
Or hanging out to dry
Reel me in
As if a prized fish to feed upon
Hooked by your lure
And although the test
Has been fully pulled
To tension's might
Carefully scoop me
Into your net
Do not think me
All too fragile made of glass
I am fine porcelain
Yours, if not admired once
To be acquired
And kept
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In true spirit of American life, mind, and personality.I find your poems are reflection of a truly free mind which has found all lngradients to fully express, that is possible only in America where tradition of freedom of the individual beqan long back.poems are class apart.Here we are still thrown into a sociocultural, politicalsystem of particularistic considerations.