Its not ice-cream or pizza
so smooth and watering
Its like inside a car
whirling in sleepery track
praying to stop
and again cursing as it stops..
alone
or its like imprint
on to a glass, so fragile
and breaking down as it breaks
that too alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ice-cream and pizza are just the needs of the body...great metaphors used! Thanks...