Lovers
In black; head to toe
Face covered; in the shade
Walks along in distance
Not in row; separate
Some people at grave
He is dead
No one knows
Inside her boils kettle
She's lover
Not a wife or sister
Not mother
Relations was secret
"I love you, "
They said and it was meant
"Official is a paint"
They both said; now she is desperate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.