Slowly I overcome your exploits.
befitting yourself. Your apathy
and codes I come back countering.
And slowly you reduce to an importunist.
Walk along music, feigning I unsee all that.
By glow of fireflies unfolding on the face book
I bite her lips. To her dark hair I
Leave behind your éclat.
You flare up. I gain and regain my confidence
it seems. I realize my alphabets
in easy fillips can make you a queen
and a beggar at the same time ………
I overcome in slowness. This way the overcoming
Is poetry may be. A decade and four months
go in gestation. Your chin no more look
sharp, empty in glance, leering ………
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem