My poem is not the most fancy thing on earth
Not a wonderful love poem either.
It is just simple, and easy.
Even infants might understand.
But is that really so?
I doubt it.
Might be a little deeper than ocean.
Or clear as glasses.
Not a famous person.
Just a regular human being
With loads to say
None to type
What if, one day.
Someone came up to me and said
You are not a poet. Your poem does not make sense.
I reply with a smile and said
You are right. I am not a poet, I am the poem. Itself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem