In the ambience of mercenary
Your delight chokes to its demise
In sluggish but with stable quiver
The benign inner; stay put, a diminishing flame
Struggling to stimulate; but in vain
Save for the dearth of oxygen around your neck
Before it is out of bound
Give up endeavor to refresh the choked tone
Escape with the salvaged pride
In to the world of abundance
Fresh and virgin;
Thens after;
Live like King Size!
Krishna Baalu/10-02-2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem