I arrange myself on a chair and hold a pen flanked by my fingers,
And gaze inquisitively in all directions and think what shall I write about?
The vacant pages facing me look at me with a hopeful expression for hours.
For these flat colorless sheets want my fountain pen to spout,
And get filled with the wide world of inspirations that my mind encloses
And share them with others so that they too acquire the encouragement.
To inscribe on blank spaces and inspire the next generation to progress,
Such exchange of wise knowledge with each other is my intent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sir, your intentions are honorable! Have you checked out any of my poems yet? Cheers!