6 D beasts take us for horror ride,
The apes call themselves as the elves,
Jump from the trees to the river,
Holding the kites and counting the seeds,
Balcony is vacant with a hood’s hook,
Spitting of fire from the aching mouth,
The journey at the 6 D theaters,
Rocking with the massaging chairs,
Messages are too many for the punters,
Breeze from the tube and sprinkling of water,
The travel of zero gravity slips,
My heart skips as the gingerly beetles,
The closing of eyes is done at the wrong interval,
6 D can’t be enjoyed with the open mind and will.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem