A short poem !

When I do look on my own lame fate, 

Then your beguiling desires blue in shape

And I do fear; might fell to some evil fame, 

That people hate, believe or not My playmate ! 

As I have in Me two world's to lead 

One is this tummy: and next the timeless.

Throu mist, haze and murkiness  I've to tread,

With long, tussle, quest and then the grim silence.

In Me you behold; the twlight of dawn, 

Or like a plum island; that beguile you

Since a quite long time, like a young fawn,

Roaming aimless in fond of love or 

Something more than it, lush lush ....

When I do see my own lame fate, it was loveless.....