Want to forget
washed and slashed
first and every bait
Months and years a game
Returns to me that name
Clouds clear...
Rain I fear....
Sun may better.....
That name returns
It smiles and turns
Want to forget
in small measure
That spot is all
the more I spoil
The better it boils
In blood..in red
In dreams....in bed
'The better it boils In blood..in red In dreams....in bed' - The poem ends so beautifully! Well done Soumita!
'Want to forget in small measure That spot is all the more I spoil' is very nice. A tinge of love is still left in the heart. Nice drop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'The better it boils In blood..in red In dreams....in bed' - The poem ends so nicely! A good poem. Well done, Soumita!