I live in poets lane
Not in millioners lane
I am not a poet
But taught poetry
A poet laureate friend of mine
E mailed
“ Poems are scribblings of lunatics”
We have a beautiful poets park
Adjacent to our lane
We all meet there every evening discuss poetry
We love nature, forest, mountains,
Rivers, flowers, tall trees, creepers
A poet declared
“I write poems for myself and not for others
We unearth hidden miseries of charming world
And poems are written”
Chandrasekharan P.M
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem