Author Taslima Nasrin You are my love's granary, I pour out my water-steeped fertility unstintingly, to stop does nor occur to me. Suddenly I see you've slipped away, I search for you, my heart-usurping boy, then find you've fled, there was a ladder in back to step down. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments