She said-
Please, dance for me
Excited I got
Felt loved
And the sense of glee
Brought me the chill
I tried to get up
To step up
For some nonsense moves
Like a nut
That could break the conversational grooves
Soon something said-
Can you
What
How
Won't you look stupid
I said-
Yes
Again she said-
Please, dance for me
I said-
No, I can not
She went
The Something said-
Why
Why not
You idiot
I felt gross
And a sense of loss
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nicely written and insightful poem, Rukesh. Thanks
Thank you, Kurt.