Virtual poetry
As is with everyday
Began day with poem,
The words marched on highway
Of pageant; beauty
Attractive every part
Head to thigh
And so on.
Each had own history
Background
Etymology
Synonyms
Antonyms
Well-handled history of design
Well-trained, well-built up
On diet of the junks.
A stage for movies
Great but CGI!
I call it virtual…
Empty of feeling
No blood in no vein and no nerve
Tasteless; no flavour
No cargo of message
No taste or usage as medical
Just frame, external.
But for eyes
A bag of nudity
Sexual
Yet just game
And on line.
That was all!
What will be?
What remains if arrive ISIS-likes, Taliban?
On their backs the bags of IED
Destroy our twin energies
Take away our power?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem