Classic Poem

And touched the green trees and intoxicated winds
It flies me into the worlds of magic and shows roguish joy
Though I used to write letters and show affection to the sky
From my childhood. Sky doesn’t know under her giant breast
My dreams crawl every night and licks to the cup of milk
Sometimes I make the sky my umbrella or a rain coat in the rain
Sky doesn’t know many a form roam on the wings of butterfly
And shows substitute sun set in the deep ocean
How many nights I visited bars and sensuous houses
Taking the sky in my hands. I slept on the benches of Ramna putting it in my pocket. Sky couldn’t recognize me. Because
I transformed into formless drinking poison from my palm
The sky has converted into a unearthly woman
There’s to basic difference between a blue sky and a woman
Therefore, I couldn’t understand both sky and woman.