Morning brought the paper man
Swish it flew
To reach the ground!
And Tommy easy bound
Put his teeth
Unto it! !
And with the wag of tail
At my feet deposited!
Heck! He is a crazy fan!
There my hero’s face
On the pages of the paper
Had his teeth lavish seen!
In the irritant corner
Anger began to brew!
Heck! How to show it!
There my faithful doggy
Stood in anticipation!
Liquid brown eyes
Full of love
Tail wagging
Self pleased!
Heck! He is a trusting fool!
My hero of the contemporary age
I could not
Perhaps even inch in to his presence
Beyond the gates
Of royalty!
Heck! Where to show it!
Yet my heart spasms of pain showed! !
Who was crazier?
Tommy!
Is it you or me?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~malinikadir
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hero worship is there evrywhere...the worship becomes fruitful depending on the hero