My name is ‘Comma',
In love with ‘Full stop',
Whose fragrant aroma,
Ignites my buried hope.
I even cajole the ‘words' on a daily basis,
To help me earn ‘Full stop', my darling,
But, they rather act like Juliet's relatives,
Alas! I wish I were an archaic King!
Like the rail lines' vain struggle to be united,
We are so close evermore, yet so isolated!
- Poetenry: Poems of Ten Lines
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem