Lazing soberly in the cutlery tray,
amidst her modish doppelgangers,
with all sorts of colors and metals,
besides her sheeny and kink figure,
she is born with utter perfection.
She comes out of the shelving ledge,
penetrate deep into scrummy pudding,
swaying candidly, touching the lips
and giving luscious taste to tongue.
Feeling drained after drudgery,
goes to sink for scrubby bubble bath,
now quite sweet-scented and tidy,
she snoozes in her place again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem