What is poetry?
What is Dronamraju?
I take on the role of the dragon at the gate
Real names are proof of nothing except the desire to mythologize self
"I can hardly stand myself" chants the manic depressive bard
What is feeling?
What happened to the elementary school I attended from second to fifth grade?
Time in the narrative is akin to the big stall
Like boxers too tired for further blows hugging one another
We select a mood based on a past experience
And we are conditioned to slip in and out of these moods expertly
"Boo hoo hoo that was 1977"
"Yipppeee that was 1987"
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem