In the zone of love you've yourself crowned
Winged around by she and he abounded
Ever youthfully a youth profound..
But just heartless to vision beyond
The love iridescently lustfully
Signalling code-worded
Another fluorescent life missed
Of love lovable to comprehend
Of help and aid for the manifold
Of pasture, nature, culture multifold
Of history, events plentitude best told
Of plentiful zones than your kind
Wouldn't you feel in your mind
Indira Renganathan
Modern poetry is not restricted to customary topics, it has all that life has.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Modern poetry seems to be freedom without self discipline, and wild imagination of the so-called modern painting, there is no crown but you are the king.