I ought not to have,
But I had. What to do?
Now too late to go back.
Pride pricks; Ego suffers.
Passion whips, Cup slips.
Show me some risk-less response
Not to sooth my soul,
But to save my face
In front my associates.
I put all my eggs in your basket.
Even it breaks, let it be in secret.
Show others that you love me.
13.07.2001, Pkd
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem