Desire is a mad horse
Galloping through the meadow of mind
Leaving a trail of dust behind
Burning fire in icy blood
Though the wind through the mud
Catching starry gloom in the eyes
When in woods venomous serpents rise.
Desire is a domestic doll
As blind as passionate love
Look at the sky above
It falls flat at your feet
With the rhythm of cardiac beat
When you lose all enthusiasm
In a fit of spiteful spasm.
Desire is a mad horse
Desire is a domestic doll
Feeling the ghostly force
Living in a living hall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem...nice work sir...