Obsessed with your tear-ridden face
Dripping liquid love into heart of night
Intoxicated with elixir of darkish beams
Filling vast expanses with some light,
We drown into rueful songs rising
From throats of nymphs in forests dying,
Into sad bellows of elephants crying
As we prepare to meet the dead fleeing,
In their bid to escape the Covid-sick earth
Forgoing bouquet of our lame excuses,
With our pretensions of being alive
We flutter like bees under PPE's recluses!
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I would like to translate this poem
" Dripping liquid love into heart of night" ....a very beautiful composition equally sustaining passion and prosody..