My Poems Poem by Saniya Galeyeva

My poems aren't meant for the public,
And I am not starving for fame.
Why should I have such kind of target?
My poems are childish and plain.

I feel like a bird having no wings,
And all I can do is to sing.
Both silly and wise are my poems.
Do you understand what I mean?

My joys and misfortunes are here,
In these hardly rhymed simple lines.
Like others, I lie, but sincere
Am I in my poems sometimes.
15,18.07.2010 (tr. «Мои стихи»)