Be it a book, woman or your pen,
If gone to alien hands, good as gone,
Returned, pen comes all spoiled,
The book— torn, dog-tired, toiled,
Kissed, caressed and harassed comes woman.
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Words well said | 18.11.14 |
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is to admit, you are expert in Limerick Sir. This Limerick is the burning example.
Thanks for the compliments, and coming from a poet like you I appreciate your good words.