I seek you out tonight
And yet, am scared to talk to you
'coz I'm a li'l liquid headed my friend
Don't want my thoughts to pour out to you.
Or may be I do
May be I want to tell you my story today.
And though I am scared of hearing something I won't like,
I want to hear yours too.
Let's pour some more liquid in our empty cups
And raise a toast -
To plucking out the weeds of have-beens once and for all,
To clearing the road for a long long walk.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Shipra A. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.