not her sweet tune
not her smooth and bright skin
even not the tombs she hid
by her strained respiration
her ignorance
her trust
made me speechless
when in dark of that stormy turmoil
she believed me her saver
unknown but inevitable
irresistible that hold my hand
thousand times after
entered wild into her interior
never any battle she served
offered cool but warm
offered death but dream
as far masculinity could rain before rest
her ignorance and trust
her surrender and obedience
I enjoyed as Almighty demands!
Pranab k c
14/03/2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem