The Poet holds a poem in his hands-
He savors it-
He looks down on it
with love in his eyes-
The Poet holds a poem in his hands-
In a world where so many have nothing in their hands,
A Poet holds a poem in his hands-
and thanks God for it.
I feel the same way when I have created poem and I thank creation and the Muse.beautiful composition.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is so touching to me... i have a poem with sort of a similar sentiment entitled: Mother (No Less) .