There lived a priest
Near a nunnery,
Where young the young niuns
Lived in plenthy,
The young Brother
Scaled the walls
Everynight to have
His holy love fulfilled,
Of course with a condom,
But when forgotten,
Made his produce
To the orphanage nearby,
He prayed for his sins
To be forgiven
Yet sending the nuns,
To momentary heavenly
Bliss which couldn't
Be attained but for his
Brotherly blessing each night.
Ravikiran Arakkal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its fact but rather be poetic