This is a farewell party,
a goodbye dinner;
all have been decorated
and all have been cooked;
millions of balloons
colored and tattooed
fully blown and also a million needles ready for punching the powered.
-a burst of joy
-a relief
much awaited for,
no space is left
no corner abandoned;
walls, aisles, all
welcome you
with festoons- banners and with the portraits
glittering,
flocks of pigeons
flying away from a magical box
to and fro-
sizzling sounds everywhere
candles burning on both the ends
welcome for the last bite
-the last supper.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem