the world acknowledges me
accepts and honors my poetry
capturing every word and all my feelings
spread to the universe with each reading
my poetry is conserved.... like nature
and all the people learned what I had to say
My poems are lies which tell the truth
they are a reflection of me and you
with bitter words and hard to chew
or they are beautiful free and true
or they are mystical and again true
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poets are honoured and punished in the world. Both are honour for him. Thanks