I am down in the dump,
Of my spiritual slump,
I feel paralysed,
As if lost in my eternal strife.
I need your scorn, if not your love,
Darling will you come?
Ever?
For ever?
In my barren and empty nothingness,
That moans, bemoans, in silences of unuttered words,
To be, only to be, to be for once,
A man in your warm embrace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice one...gud poem..thanks.