last night a nymph sucked my warm
on uncultivated land of moon
holes of her deep breath I filled
with spasm of infinite waves
liking not the ultimate word
ultimacy not any vacant horizon of noness
warm and transmission of force vapourised
the depth of digging beauty cracked at its end
and the nymph whether fake and digital
I kept her on moon last night
with my all choice or no choice not relevant
but an ocean of uncertainty proclaims bubble of dream
simply organised by thoughts to ejaculate passion
liquid or cry for liberty!
Pranab k c
03/09/2019
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I would like to translate this poem
Digging beauty cracked,
Thank you poet for your wise interaction. Actually cracked beauty is the gift of our time we pass fro dawn to dusk through raped of humanity by human animalism. No smooth and perfect sense of beauty we can draw now since prosy life of cruel nature moving fast to burry our sense of beauty by its loneliest qualities. Thank you again. Regards