Gross so gross
MerchandiZing it all
I know you
Have u not felt it?
The river cries n the birds float
The basic fever is running high
Must go, I can't wait to see it
Have u climbed the beanstalk?
Make it come
Think I will go after all
Blondes may rise to imperfections of the blissful erosions of the mind
God knows how u do it
Can you hold my hand without touching it?
Go to the powerhouse & suck it all up
You have an eternity to live you think
Come forward take your gift
Hatchets bows n arrows, struck through my raging heart
Bleeding eyes bleeding mouth
River of tragedy
Calm your self she will go nowhere
You have her locked inside your heart
& now its time to release her
U can't make love to her coz she's in love with those pretty dahlias
Don't betray the flowers I planted in
Ur navel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeh, its experimental and good. Little confusement in your using of 'she' and 'I'. Its a good and spontaneous selection of words in writing poems. As Plato said it is done not by you may be by a muse! thank you for the poem, Supriya!
Leaving it all to the reader...for interpretation...thank u...