Your innocence
celebrating its defeat
with garland of sandals
round the neck
body and soul
naked all through
stripped white and black.
Happiness is a forge
sorrow and sufferings
all at surge
time's guile
painted with cool smile
celebrating defeat
bent down at their feet
for their silliness
what difference it makes
You die or live!
Whom you so much love
are ridiculous of your naive.
Your innocence
celebrating its defeat
for their world
it is misfit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very insightful write dear Binaya... thanks for sharing...10