She lives amongst
the most guarded, in a makeshift tent
huge yard in front, an easy vent
lamenting the earth-shattering
awaiting its return, fears battering
She peeps through her window
the masons working in perfect unison
laying each brick on a six storied mansion
do they not fear those tectonic plates
or believe less in preclusion more in fates
Scatterbrained attempts wittiness to infer!
whisk motion, heaving breath and the whisper
'Do you fear I'll ever leave? '
reckless at the moment later may be she did
while he abated her fears turning them concrete
Fear as it seem
Rules if we deem
Bows when we compel
and Vanishes once it befell
the sham frailty hides within
a tremendous energy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem