Tonight I sit alone
Weary as an old tree,
Tonight while listening to a song
I find you hiding from me.
My brain is a dirty gutter
My hands ready to do the sin;
My soul blooms like a flower
My heart rejuvenates in spring!
Tonight my passion steps aside
I feel the night calm and eerie,
I go with my brimming valour and pride
To find you hiding from me.
'01152008
India'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good metaphor, Short yet capturing read! ; D