The poem was feelings
Somehow beyond words-
But without words
It could not be a poem-
There was no poem
There were feelings that wanted to be a poem
And could not-
And there were poems elsewhere
That belonged to other worlds
To other writers and readers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem describes eloquently what poetry is and how it is birth into being by strangest of people like us who see meaning beyond what the eyes see. Great write -could rate it 100+