-Herojit Philem
Kill me only once;
I wish to die thousands times on her smile;
I create neither metaphor nor simile;
I know she will be more beautiful than any goddess.
Kill me only once;
I wish to die thousands times smelling her bodily odour
I don’t know how sweet will be scent of flowers,
I don’t know how an artificial perfume smells;
I only know her body torrents that aroma which wakes me up
Till night to meet you, Dear Poetry!