In the Garden of Eden there's that one fruit
The one and only
Pulling the strings of the heart
No need for a vision that is often a beacon far
The sight is glooming bright close by
But seen with a haze pretentiously
To divert the gaze of the tigress
At times the tigress will go into slumber
A vintage time for consummation of lust
Beyond the pretentious covet veil
Sooner day will dawn and the spoor will lead to the growth
Over the spoor history will tell the wheat was carried
And the spill left a trail of seeds
Inevitable revelation of stole trail
Too late for the tigress to remonstrate with the tiger
The cry in the vicinity is thin but loud
NNkuna,13 June 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem