(Dedicated to all poets
and to all the peoples who have a high regards to poetry.)
What you’ve seen
what you’ve heard
is what I am:
the man of dreams
the ambition to build a world
of name to be remembered
in every play of word I made.
Whose fame across
the world of poetry be.
I am what I aspire for
to become like them-
person of inspiration “to all”
to any walks of life:
a pro life not of death;
a believer of love not of hate;
a promoter of peace not of war;
a builder of friendship not of enemy.
I may be miss-understood
but not be wrong.
My trust in Him anchored
my confidence to His will
laid its foundation.
I may be a source of contradiction
but between light and darkness,
there He is present-
between heaven and earth
there He is stretching His arms;
between me and Him
there the truth is-
that what’s in my mind is nothing;
that what’s in my heart is just an empty space.
I am poet called to live and to write and to disturb
I am a man soon will die
but my work will remain
a portray of “who I am”
whose life is poetry itself:
the face and the masks of beauty and beast.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem