Show up, mantrap!
I wanna make sure you’re real,
And unwrap the riddle of your being.
I have been, for years and centuries,
Enslaved by my mentation to grok your story.
How bewildering your story is, next to it,
“The Holy Grail” looks a dewy-eyed mystery
Show up, mantrap!
Like the December sun of Paris,
You have sworn to remain unseeable.
Shy are you or you don't exist?
Jaded I am of unanswerable questions.
Still, you, in my heart,
Will stay a precious rumor.
But.. if you can,
Show up, mantrap!
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I would like to translate this poem
Like the December sun of Paris, You have sworn to remain unseeable. Shy are you or you don't exist? Jaded I am of unanswerable questions. Still, you, in my heart, ..................................this picture is really poetic and much more in our mind thampi