Will you be pleased, if you swallow me?
Are you not so big to feed on me?
I'm just a little, take a look at me!
O mighty winged; have mercy on me.
If no other choice, so take me now
Come and rejoice, my humble vow
Don't dry my voice, so let me bow
O mighty winged; have mercy on me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so let me bow O mighty winged; have mercy on me. a prayer in its own way of imagining that a great one comes to devour..... thank u for ur imagination and your plea in prayer. tony
Thanks for the compliments Tony, you know a poem can have millions of interpretation, and that's why it's a work of art, vulnerable to multiple interpretations and analysis. Every definition is welcomed, this is what makes it a work of art.