in the forest of
words we shall hunt
poems
those wild boars
and boas
there will be no
road or doors
some rods or sods
or you may like pods
or sops but in this hunt
for poetic niche
one must not just carry
a head with brains but
foremost
a heart with rains.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem