In the palm of your hand a desired maid
Eludes the pair of eyes that stagger and twitch
Repulsively to connect the cubes of authority.
My wish would end if eyes cancelled like ice,
This water emitted called tears is famous,
And then holding them in an infinite grace
Shall belong to the world and its sound.
Its world defines the thinker of the words inside
Words that definitely make an impact of late.
I want the world to end, in this working thought
Of a seeing orb, in the hours we do despair.
The despair lasts all the time, all the praise is again,
But let the thinkers hoot, howl and shout hurray!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In the palm of your hands this poem shines with nice imagery. Wonderful poem shared really. Nice.