Murder in shower
I was taking shower;
-my skin white of soap,
-everywhere were bubbles.
Of nowhere she entered,
-dreadful and shameless!
Lost I was;
-stood there and observed
- "What can be next step? "
She did what had in mind
-looked at me, then around.
She was too confident,
-roamed from side to side,
-saw me not considered;
-not worthy to be there!
-And this soared my anger.
Pulled in palm my fingers
-was ready like boxer
-for jib, jab and knock out.
Hit her right against wall
-saw her depth be her wide.
-Her head and legs fell off
-and she was torn apart…
Had to wash and clean
-I would not let the scene
-be subject of stage for plot
-of fiction or movie.
Washed it all…
-But was shocked
-when saw her tiny leg
-stuck on my left arm.
Poor cockroach! ! !
-my victim! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem