To Any Gas-Balloon.... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
To Any Gas-Balloon....
Nope, can't figure out why
you belched so hard.....
the odor was heady,
as it were, stemmed from
a clogged gutter, the dirty armpit
in a body of an orphan shanty!
I'm more screwed up
as the third child of a hag
sneezed just three sneezes
at your wolfish bellow!
Abraham knows me
I'm not a mouse!
damn with their genteel aquarium
this goldfish can't be kept there!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/18/2024 9:30:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
