One might say I've written a whole heap of stuff
Some of it uneven and some of it rough
The stuff that I pen not the type one can sell
Though what is or is not poetry I'm not one who could tell
Since I'm one who does not have a literary degree
About poets and poetry one should not ask me
And though they never will bring me wealth or renown
The thoughts that come to me on paper I pen down
One thing I know of poets I do know poets are rare
And one poet with another one ought not to compare
'Tis said by some poets are born not made
But all writers good or not so good contribute to the wordsmith trade
And I too contribute in some sort of a way
It does take all kinds as some are known to say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem