I appeared this before
And felt sore
When my first poem was went on floor
I was shown exit door
I vowed
And allowed
Fancy to roam again
Amidst visible pain
“You have no business to be here” one girl took me to task
“This site is for youngsters “I was warned not to start
“No, you are not young and hence must go to hell”
I was taken back and was forced not to spell
This doubled my effort
I did not report to any one
I aired the article with title “go to hell”
It was received very well
Since then I have not looked back
I was humiliated, reminded to pack
But I stood my ground well and proved
As poet I could forestall their move
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Since then I have not looked back I was humiliated, reminded to pack But I stood my ground well and proved As poet I could forestall their move