Lust Poem by Emu Getachew
Lust
It's like a loud gale...
scorching hundred miles an hour
leaving bruises at the brim of mother-earth
it never stops be it twelve noon or midnight
but knows how to growl and wreck my high.
© Emu Getachew November 4,2009
'leaving bruises at the brim of mother-earth'... this line is suggestively imaginative...nice write, Emu...thanks...10 read my piece - Love And Lust...a simple one it relates
He is but the pole.. that shows the harbors.. gate... and stands.. before each storm...iip
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I would like to translate this poem
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8/5/2026 12:03:15 PM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
Amazing with into the perfect octave and octet of emotional orchestration ‘Lust is timeless Lust is boundless Lust is never tasteless Lust is moralless’ ~ niv PS I mean injudicious lust 10++ Ms. Nivedita UK