Fallen from heaven she realizes it is a sea shore,
her glamour is covered with grease and oil.
Her cheesy Moon light fades.
She is now a stranger to her sky.
The vessel was shipped for a wreck and his fuel spill
plundering many a pearly oyster that breaks in ebbs.
The moon is to take a cool bath and torn into pieces.
A severe molestation happens.
Blued in pain, pelvis nailed, virginity screwed,
and moon sailed.
A red stain in pubis ache,
The moon undresses, her beauty slowly blackens.
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I would like to translate this poem
Tough Call Vidyut... You are immense on emotions and demonstrate bold constructions... nice composition.