no logistic support was there
only a simple lipstick
made all the atmosphere
heavy with furious hibernation
just believe me I was not there choice
a little man with about to no identity
went to observ3 the game of fire and fiction
suddenly a crash sounded with fictitious denomination
and a lipstick appeared abrupt to decolor
all those hazards made of muscle and manipulation
no man don't consider it as a riddle
I found by myself two lips and an indecent
dispensary to increase the variety of erection
managed by money and magazine full of fierce bullets
Pranab k c
18/09/2019
All those hazards made of muscle and manipulation provoke thought. Life should be cheerful with positive make-up and values. When there is no logistic support this is so sad but we should need always logistic support. An amazing poem is brilliantly penned.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kumarmani Mahakul..... Right way your liking catches the essence of poetry. Thank you again.