the land of artless
o my fantasy world, wouldn't i besiege thou?
Benign on thou appease, i compromised
thou art a benison, adorn in finery
beatitude in thou presence, bedraggled in fine emotions
the mystic world beholden
i am a fuddle belaboring the desire
as the bee line lay before me
heard the aver of fairies in azure
whilst earthlings babbled
were i with the avarice or with austere
knew not the fetters of emotions strangling me
audacity provoked i refuted the lords
journey of the astute thus began
may i not be judged by the asinine
cast not the aspersions; i plead thee
the land of artless do exist
i uttered till the throat greased
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem