It baffles me
As I am bound by rules and not free
I got to go by strict rules of grammar
This creates panic and little fear
I follow the instinct
Go by what is available as fact
Try to put soul in words
Try to become spokesman of Lord
Words pour in and in stream flows
Lines move on and allow
All ideas assume the real shape
Then emerges beautiful appearance of page
By no standard I am poet
Just at your service to remain quiet
If something comes in as fresh food
I just pass on before it is understood
I look back to see how far I have gone
What mistakes remain there to be rectified then?
I try maximum at my level to keep the soul intact
Then wait from the readers to react
They are considerate and knowledgeable
Help me to come out if at all I struggle
This is the only asset I have with nice bond
Everything is placed behind unimportant and second
I feel that I am one of them and so must stay
As near as possible and not go away
Provide them little different material
As to present new episodes in serial
I flow with the content
Mind remains totally absent
No grammar or nothing else strikes mind
But readers are readers and very kind
Readers are reader and very kind. Thanks for this statement.
It baffles me As I am bound by rules and not free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
correct use of words and emotions.