My black rose,
I like to caress
your soft petals.
savoury pollen
stolen my soul.
like to jump
over the fence.
Oh! the gardener with the spade
is crueller than the prickly shrubs.
I like to hide in the garden secretly
my little haughty
naughty bee request a nod.
A nod to the bee, is a signal to sting the gardner. than the black rose is all yours
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Honest emotion, skillful imagery. A very provocative poem, Nimal. Regards, Sandra