Turns me on
I will write a poem.
Delirious moon had
picked me up from under the skin.
The safety pin was broken,
now a crowd will disrobe me.
Everytime when my pain makes you cry
oranges are not meant for the sale.
A collegium will stich up the wound.
Once upon a caste the country will go.
• On reading Orange Crush of Simone Muench.
A collegium will stitch up the wound. Once upon a caste the country will go. beautiful poem...
I have been reading your good work in tha face book. Now I reding your poems in poemhunter.com .
Beautiful and intriguing work. I have not heard from you in so long. I hope you're doing well. Sending lots of good wishes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Turns me on I will write a poem It a wonder what that is? Thanks for sharing, Satish Verma!