Time, experience, mutual clauses
emulsified our love into processed love,
like processed cheese,
Life saturated with oil of knowledge
got into making such stuff.
Salt, whey of tear and joy all included
result: multi-flavoured, multi-coloured
and multi-textured love,
Only one miss,
what was the microbial rennet?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The richness of life as an integral off-shoot of love nicely decoded and deconstructed. Thanks a lot.