Wailing of a harmonica within the music I'm listening
to, takes me into a land of sorrow, unheeded by my mind.
Studying the effects of an early life on living today,
seeing the results being written in poetry.
Thousands of poems reflecting my life through all these
years, letting people all over the world get a glimpse
of this mere poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem