she gifted me with skirt plants
pale green and with leaves extending
like hands trying to reach out to
someone
she says it is a creeper
and it must be put in a higher place
as it loves to hang its
leaves and stems
i put it in a blue pot
on top of a green iron garden chair
on tiled floors with
fern designs
i sit and lay my legs on the other
green chair
cold and strong...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love streams with amazing streaming wave. This poem is very brilliantly and excellently penned...