I've been time traveling
To past, going through
The same old lanes I traveled
When I was my own
Queen of the earth
When love was real
And I was ready to turn
To mannequin for
It. I had kicked a tree
For it, when a soft whisper
Will sing my body electric
With old new lens
Only to comeback
To present where love
Is always with terms
And conditions apply
And Mon-Days are
A little maddening.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully inked. Nostalgic. Nice share.