Few words of mine
Jumped up from the vocal cords,
With a crowd of punctuations
Set out to her Shrine of Silence.
Irresponsible idiots are they,
Returned home all shamelessly.
Noticed I a missing boy,
Whom we call Comma still.
Excited was I went in search,
Saw him afar beside the lake
Extending the speech crookedly,
Of the lass whom I caress in dreams
Oh my naughty little Comma!
Trust me I love thee most
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem