Death remembers me
Sometimes it embraces me to his pinion,
Its midnight
Black fumes emitting from
the lovers corner,
Sometimes my lyrics redden
my forlorn spectacles,
my eye- kissed fantasies.
The wild jack bursts,
And I draw an evening portrait
of moonish showers
to the chant of demon- lovers,
I love to fly over time blindly
to have a sight of,
By then my screen may be blocked
with the syllabus of love…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Minnu. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks