I tried.
Believe me I did,
Only I failed miserably.
Nevertheless I tried
But it's not good enough
I know.
I am at fault,
I know that too,
I m really slow,
Slower than a halt,
And I know not who
Beats me at that.
But someone makes
Even this tough!
Because I know
I am not good enough.
I was thrown
Off the road
Because it couldn't carry
My monotonous load.
My poems indifferent,
My imagination weary;
Love too tepid
Promises momentary.
BLOOD has lost
All it's hue
And I am still
A tasteless stew.
I am jolted out -
It's not a patch rough
Actually
I have never been good enough
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem