This melancholy
Giving me a sad pleasure
keeping all the anger
under pressure
New love for the grief
dance of the inner thief
whom to blame
face the shame in this game?
When smell of the vomit
hiding under my skin
how should i remove the sin
with the pinch of a pin?
Its not me, its not he, its not she
But every one under this Tree
Shade of sorrow
flying with that butterfly
death is certain in 3 days
But many more flies to fly in the sky!
A minstrel singing
This love for melancholy
how did it began
where to end!
Lakshmi Varanashi Adkathimar
6-9-2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem