ninety eight, I fade like the cloud
just to escape pressure from the crowd
ninety nine, I keep ladies out
just to protect my heart
but at the count of hundred
I woke at a dead end
with my heart hardened like bronze
just ‘cos of you I met but once
with the dazzling arrays of needful kit
yet, couldn’t silent it
a voice waking my emotion
silenced by my intension
yet my heart calls all day
your name so far away
like the stars cover the skies
so my face with tears
but as day and night grew older
the voice gets louder
calling for intimacy
affecting my efficacy
guess I’m stuck like the sun
with no count for 101
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting account. Good job.