"Eat me and get lost"
Isn't it the slogan of every vegetable
In the market?
"Smell me and swoon"
Isn't it the slogan of every flower
In the market?
"Oh the dominant sir
You are becoming a Dinosaur
By eating my flesh"
Isn't it the scold of my beloved?
"Go this way
And reach your destination
Or unexpectedly
Fall into pieces
By an attack of goons"
Isn't it the message of every road?
"Stop!
It may be your fate to die
By Overflowing surge and surf
From your mouth
And our fortune is
To bite and make you hydrophobic"
Isn't it the pride of the street-dogs?
So, am I to stay inside
Or run to outward:
And myself tasting by biting me
And myself eating me
Am I not growing further?
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem