They come when
your legs
start oozing in your thoughts-
in reality they are entering
the silt on the lake
banks of a health resort at dusk;
Your Saturn is revolving awesome
than your Venus, they say when you neglect,
listen to your spouse, you get enraged
and ask(but couldn't) : have you
listened to your wife, at least once?
to fix forever the wavering nonsense,
we intend to move forward,
they are still following
I wonder, who made them a
fortune teller, who was the counsellor?
a fanatic-a brainwasher-a youth spoiler?
whose existence and destiny
was never told by any planet.
who never discovered himself,
ever told any one to do so
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
brain washer, youth spoiler, you are right al the fortune teller, I do agree, poet, my dear. please read my poems and share your feeling.