AN OLD POET/ TRUDGES HIS WAY
An old poet
Trudges his way
Through the world
Increasingly grey.
Time which ripens
And Time which destroys
Takes no special pains to say
The Poet soon
Will Whiten away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And yet the poet will leave a legacy behind, some nectre of his thoughts, some jewels collected from the stony soil of his/her mind.