Mounting fury triumphed over
‘Twas recorded on a leaf of paper
May Khamsin winds blew the balm
Burnt the caravan of prudent mind
Eyes was on fire, fist frozen by ire
Veiled the beauty of unknown kind
Coquettish Norse purred….shyly squeaked
She embroidered scented cloak with deceit
Like a villain cat, kept fondling my lot
Ushered herself, in nexus of rosy closet
Sunny her days, butterflies everywhere
Whereas river of tears streaming in no air
11th of December,2009
it seems the feelings the situation inside aren't that rosy..10
Very poetic... great flow of words This is a master at work......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A passionately written poem it is.