There are some that can create,
Endless Beauty, endless waves,
That thru mental, soulful motions,
In the heart do undulate,
And these soft, poetic words,
Can propel to outer space,
Tinged with such vivid emotions,
Enthralling, the human race.
These Magicians are not always,
A reflection of their words,
Some of them do hide malicious,
Bad intentions, black sheep herds.
Just because you are a Poet,
Does not make you be, a Saint,
So pay very close attention,
Even poets have pretensions,
And great human disaffections,
Off the Pedestals they fall,
They were Not gods, after All!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
there is so much truth in it....some of the poets are really malicious..and the poets many often think that they are above everybody....good poem