Like naked poets, I live
gathering flowers not yet blooming
gazing up rainbows
not yet raining
counting leaves
not yet sprouting
listening how they fall
on earth
beating like a lyre
Like them, I draw
painting invisible landscape
a practicing surgeon
diagnosing emotional aches
through panacea of poetical verses
Like them, I am mortal
living in denuding society
where literature spirit is decaying
in 3rd world face
where literal foods
are their main aspiration alone
neglecting figurative sustenance for
soul enlightenment
for fulfilling heart through
granular scripts of thoughts
as the staple food supplement for our
dying spirit
against all adversities
political
social economical
turmoil
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I LIKE IT! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! you are a very deep guy! i wish i could just write but there is a story or reason for every one of my poems