The fire of anger
with intoxicating liquor
touches ring finger.
The bull is unseen.
Every male is clean
with superior power within.
The heat and burn
force her to run,
and suck the finger- love is gone.
20th Feb.2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It only takes a touch for the dream to disappear. I really like this one Sumit. In fact it's going into my favourites' list,