There is my lollypop
There is my lollypop calling me
to taste and enjoy in eating
It is colourful and attractive to my eyes
it gives me a feel of sweetness
Though it is not from a hygienic place
it may be from the hands of a sick
My mind and tongue call it to have to taste
It may be my ignorance of six years but
what sixties are doing
Their lollypops may differ
their taste may differ
Can they exclude them from their desires
Though they know that their desires are not good
Desires and passions are ruling us from that day
to this hour
Layman or Prince
Whoever may be he was a doll in the hands of his desires
Monk or a family man,
His vanishing desires are their masters in this world
Up to His last call
We will move to his desires
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem