I Am Blunt Born-Blunt
S
Sriranji Aratisankar
0
Altın Yaprak
I am blunt born-blunt
Long and weighty
More or less useless
Lying down long long time get rusty
Skin-powder scattered
Waiting... waiting...waiting...for
A dreadful power would be mated with me
My clumsy body...weighty body
Would receive a fatal hit...but snuggled
And I piercing stone. clay, sand, silt
Would create an abyss
A fathomless abyss..
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş