I thought of stringing
A cascade of words and claim them
To be flowing poems
I insisted for the lines to be
Broken at odd places and
For punctuation to be absent
Then made sure each line began
With a capital letter
While going to length to stagger
The ending of my sentences in mid
Phrases and
When reading them at
An open mike session
I paused on purpose where
I shouldn't have
But no matter what I did
Every time the interval was lengthy
I was applauded
That is when I realized
The poem tumbled like rough gravel
And I was some kind of Buddha
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem