Poets are
Scorcher of dark
They are there
For general welfare.
Poems are being written
On the time-wall
Nothing to conceal
As a beautiful girl.
Poets have deserving hands
Excuse me I have no qualification
To make them friend
Poetic conference still I attend.
I have a curiosity to know
The secret of poem
And the honorable poets
Reveal it to me that I meet.
I find Colorful lights
In the poems
I know the poets are here in me
And never was there a time
When I was not with them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem