I kissed her naked eyes and ofcourse her
reddish lips as a routine day.
And I just touched her cheeks
to say some secrets in her left ear.
Finally, I took her to my hairy chest,
But there is only one rithm from the heart.
At this moment I can't recognised that
Which one of the clock is damaged
I just stepped back from her bed
And sat on the floor.
I don't know how to overcome the day
And how can I inform this news to the nearby world; all are of their own celebrations.
I opened my shelf, and tries to drink a cup of vodka and I felt as normal water.
When I take a smoke, I felt these smoke
Can never give me a cool rain in this summer.
The ashes! , fate of a cigarette
As same as that of her body's feature.
After those days, I am wandering through the
Street, that my beloved enjoyed a lot,
Clouds are darken and a cool wind that comes and kiss me again and again
Spontaneously the rain comes from my sole.
So that I am sure that she can't leave me alone for a while,
And I am waiting for a fire to say a goodbye to all my readers who follow me
at each and every moment....
The ashes! , fate of a cigarette As same as that of her body's feature.. void, emptiness, relationship, thoughts...... very fine way of presentation dear poet. thank you. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Prasanth. You may like to read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks