my shed skin so fresh after many years,
kept under wrap out of anyone's prayer,
none visited to be merry or in fear,
my shed skin will stay for ever.
Long time ago android was yet to be born'
poem hunter was a comfort to a heart of torn,
met people who popped in and out often,
learned lessons through the words of wisdom,
shed my skin quicker than ever,
to have the shiny new cover,
words of gratitude not suffice,
my love for you never diminish,
many nights and days under the moon light,
sat on the wooden chair with blank sight,
the palm tree have the thousand years life,
the stars in the sky not know their flight,
galloping of a heart and a limping mind,
can't go very far without any visual sketch,
the dancing thoughts and a drummed soul,
glued as one; but never met even once..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem