Bedspread like black waves,
awaits the kill tonight;
Pillows like puce slabs,
readies its arms to smash;
And night lamp like dark moon,
smirks with sadistic eyes.
In those waves, with haste, I plunge;
Against those slabs, I crash;
and beneath that moon, I fall
To die again, to live!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes Pradeep, thanks for really a good poetic expression. I liked it.