bonds entwined
between two poles: 
a sad pole, 
a mirthful pole
the sad rubs off on the
joyful, the mirthful
colours the sad pole
a scintillating interaction
springs to life. in my eyes
the poles always stay
connected - like two
dissimilar twins. 
but
kid myself not. these
work on electricity
a silent gleam of thunder
visible only to the
discerning eye. 
alas: 
.power cut!  the ravishing
 bolt  fell flat. And so the twin
poles found each other no
more. sad but true. This i
observed with my cherished
companions.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem