It so happened in the moment,
A weird old boy looked into pleasure
And found a brief encounter with me,
I held him with a rope in the eyes,
I was wearing colourless eyes in contrast.
It so happened to be an extreme form of love
And happiness, when a weird old boy sang
Merry rhymes, that made no sense,
But muttered a matter in the ear so welcoming,
That everything that happened was a moment.
I have my will on this, pessimist though I am,
And shaking my head is no sign of science,
In your encounter from within,
But I have this god-given department of the mind
Mastering stranger and weirder old boys.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem