Fame and glory
Delights not, thy senses
Sow no more, those carnivorous seeds
Forget lust, clutching thee tight
Behold lone, thine sole pride
Look o'er yonder skies
Thy servant carved lord's beauteous name
Let leave, the dystopian array
Come, elope behind deepest tunnels
Once more, away from ghouls land
Butcher not, her fragile heart
Whilst incarcerated thee lie
Bound, in sinner's mould
Escape, from thy magic cage
Yearns, thine soul with desire
Deservedth it not, blood and ache
Waits this half, to soothe thy wails
From beneath, that ghastly abyss
That tramples her veins
Or spray some gasoline
And extinguish thy name
Ashes to ashes
Albeit, that restless soul
Shall sing thy name
Remember
Urge, stifles not by loneliness
Re-ignites, flames for eternity
Each time, it's set ablaze
Reincarnates itself, thy name
Cleansed, it then appears
Gleams then, her bleeding cadaver
And
Pervades eternally her souls' fragrance
Shrouded, shall then thee appear!
Arpita Bhagat
2012
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I would like to translate this poem