I wrote to you 20 poems,
But didn’t send them to you,
Because you will make a bomb of them,
It will make me mad and I'll swoon.
I fear your exaltation,
Putting my energy down.
You’ve read books on revelations,
But seems your own – didn't have.
Poetical Bomb - well your words are also bomb indeed, exploding inside the minds of readers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is it a fear that your bomb, if explodes would reveal something? I wonder. Let it be Liza. That is what poetry is all about, and you've already blasted it. But, its only caressing hearts and minds. Nicely plotted! X