মানুষের কবিতা: Hot

Hot

For some days

It's very hot

Despite not wanting,

Wet in sweats to salt

When people are hot

Become directionless, impatient

Sweats when topped down silently

On the chest of the body

I miss it

With softness,

The joy of flowing hands

How do you forget?

Under the chest

Sweat and salt geminated

I have a feeling of touch

Just think once.

You're in the air, in the sky

Amazing to feel at the touch

Inconvenient mind

Always be grateful.

In this drop of the sweat

Feel your presence

It gives the bliss and pleasure

In presence of your touches.

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