Smitten, a star craves
To flee the square of Pegasus
Desiring the proximity of moon
Saboteur of my dream rests.
Apathetic moon glides furtively
Grooving to the night's immortal songs
Desire to wrap myself around you
Sans guilt and elucidation
Impulse finds a motive to sustain
Raking the mound of mangled prose
Groping the crutch of excuse
A statement suffers in silence
Rebel the sleep of compulsion
Unleash your lies, moisten my eyes
Ravage my heart, bestow me death
Consecrate a poet's dream
Redeem the object of thought
Heal me off the poetic convulsion
Admonish the venomous night
Liberate my dissolved dreams
I am committed to this sin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
honestly, I do not want to sound stupid by making a casual comment on this poem [as most so called readers do in POEM HUNTER, ] i would love to read it again and again and suggest other serious readers of good poems to read and appreciate this poem in their own ways, , , this poem contains a multitude of interpretations.thanx for such a wonderful poem, this poem may be read along with RAIN AT 4 PM, , to get a glimpse of feminine psyche..i surrender....