may i close my eyes
before it is too late
i do now want to judge
what is there in my luck and fate
i am transparant
just as my silver waters
i just hate my haters
i write poems by heart
then pen and on golden paper
poems are the road i travel
living here i have found
so insanity in my words
i am complaining it to you.
reading my verses you lost
not my mistake dear fella
just judge my words only
if i meet you ever
never forget me
though i am insane
my poems will remain
for forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem