He sat in a school of thought,
Bent over a page with pen in his hands,
For one said to his ears,
A poet is one with a Haiku to his name.
So he wrote,
Letting the ink dance.
With a devilish wink at thoughts.
With words like honey he began,
A maid milking a cow,
And a genteel in great coat.
A poet pondering on Haiku
With nothing coming to mind.
You don’t need to milk a cow
Or wear a coat to be perfect.
just a smile,
Write a line and a little sense.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem is like your name melody