Missed every bit sorry bullets left me
When words are said and left
the mouth
none can take it back
not even with the help of breeze
when arrows leave the bow
no one can but say sorrow
the blow is now bereft of tomorrow
when a shell is burst
after leaving the big gun
it's like ejaculation
after the orgasm
no one can refill it
be one no matter how handsome
will have to wait for the second ignition
no fun only pun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great satire. BUT FOR WHAT? THINKING MIND SELDOM FLAWS.