Lost poems are like lost toys
Forgotten maybe but still cherished.
Where they end up these cannot employ
The joy of writing that one wished.
Poems are intellectual things,
Woven in the mind with utmost care.
And the poet finds joy in weaving
The words and thoughts he can share.
Barren is the one who simply steals
The precious work of another,
He can never grasp what a writer feels-
He's a thief and a lowly pretender.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~08.01.16
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I must agree. Thanks for sharing.