Without a touch of trepidation,
a tepid friend told me pointblank
I evince no hesitation
showing my poems to poets of rank.
With tact and equanimity,
I answered that friend in a flash
those poets see my photo only,
that pictures know not how to blush.
He views 'likes' hypocritical,
the comments lack sincerity,
I told him he was judgmental
and shows only sheer naiveté.
I write my poems the way I know,
I highly respect each verse writer,
I expect not medals that glow,
I just feel writing forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem