My Lord, where are You,
Are You seeing or not,
Save me, save me
From the little journal men
Calling themselves poets,
Not only poets,
But great poets.
The small-small fellows,
Commoners, non-poets, rhymers, versifiers
And poetasters,
All calling themselves poets and poetesses,
None but they themselves,
The ragged men as Ph.D. guides
And the ragged men as their research scholars
Copying, cutting and pasting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poem so amusing. The ragged men as Ph D guides, nice words.