My brain has its own mind
I've no say at all
I've no control of any kind
Of words or poems I scrawl
I tell it this, I tell it that
It never pays attention
What I propose is bristled at
I'm robbed of all retention
I'm now a poet-poem-less bound
My brain is at wits end
It offers nothing at all profound
Except my poem-less portend
I won't fight it anymore
Its mind is much too strong
Hopefully, the peace of mind I'm searching for
Will appear before too long
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
certain mood of the mind is clearly described! Having the hope is the strength to the people and the poet! nice!