Like a maverick martial art
my poetry is simple, direct and non-classical.
Poetry of a style with no style.
Volatile techniques
on eclectic themes
make this spontaneous craft vibrant.
I think its an art.
An art of writing poetry
without writing poetry.
It is the art of expressing the human mind.
In this art
liberal flexibility
knocks out traditional rigidity
that binds the free bird heart of a wild will
with patterns, forms and norms.
Here verses like water
move fluidly without hesitation
using no way as way
having no limitation as limitation.
The smooth flow
will end in the last flow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem