In the kitchen
Having with the knife
I know
I am a poet
In the note book
Having with the pen
Or the fingers with keys
I know
The difficulty of being
To be called
I am a poet
Things can be
Turned into creative for taste
Things to words
To be turned for taste
Still I am a poor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely and very insightful. Thanks for sharing.