Kiss me harder
Longer.
I am not eighteen anymore.
Because I am ageing
My lips are numb
Sense is dumb.
So, kiss me often
Kiss me tender.
I am not eighteen anymore.
Who knows
How many times I would have your kiss
Before I die?
So, hold me tight
With all your might
And kiss me long.
I am not eighteen anymore.
I wish I was eighteen
And had hundred years to have your kiss!
But alas!
I am not eighteen anymore.
© Arun Maji
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" ...Because I am ageing My lips are numb Sense is dumb. So, kiss me often Kiss me tender. I am not eighteen any more." the desire, the restlessness, the fleeting time all combined together... Marvellous indeed... loved it... Thanks.