Too many mongrels on road
chasing inbred hymens,
while walking I try to find
who was not unipolar.
I am trying to fill in
magic and enigma
in intersex of autobiography
of a right man.
I must find out
who were you in feminine attire
drinking sap from merciless life
igniting god?
To uncover the antimatter
I place a wreath for the matter.
Body flashes the other side of death
to uncouple the link.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i think it's amazing, Satish. you're asking the wrong person if you want me to try and make this better - or even offer further insight. Ground zero, it is the wreath. best care, sjg