Cheetah is mine but Cinderella is not!
O my God, untie this strange knot.
What Cheetah wants, yet my mind hasn't probed.
What my Cheetah wants not, no one can predict.
She bursts of in words with tremendous power
And keeps cool without a reply
for days and months together.
The sun gets cool when evening sets.
The hot spring loses the heat,
Once it falls on the earth.
But my Cheetah forgets not and forgives not.
That is Cheetah dear and for me she has no fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
She bursts of in words with tremendous power And keeps cool without a reply for days and months together. my cheeta forgets not and forgives not...... a fine poem. tony