Sorry! My Poems
Do Muse; but never Bemused.
Sorry! My Poems,
I won’t call you at solitary night
My lascivious attitude on your structure
Now has belonging to someone.
Sorry! My Poems,
My pen won’t pierce you vermilion
Viewing the eve jewelry, my fungal dream
Has been besieged to someone’s eye.
Sorry! My Poems,
Your virginity won’t be abused by the drunken breeze
I became an atomic nuisance by holding her divine
Thus, someone inspires my embracing.
“Come again” don’t say please,
A poet of Time will come to love you
Greeting you on the earth stage
Despising the prejudice, He will poison his lips.
Don’t feel sorrow My Poems
I am a soil son
Mud is my heart
I can’t bear the immortal Crown
I am a fragile earthen toy of a Stony Nun’s coy
From now on, I am no one of your joy.
The then, Sorry! My Poems,
I won’t write you anymore
My last tear drop– I curved in nameless forest epitaph.
(2001)
Once upon a time, a poet fell in love to a sweet smiling woman. After his captivation of romance he stopped writing poetries. The deeper the love grew, the more he lost the rhythm. Thus the poet turned defeated to the womanish love and quit writing the great poems.
