The question put to me
By myself is this:
Who writes poetry?
Is it the silence in you?
Or the pattern found in melody of words?
In their arrangement!
Whether Experience
Seeks for a
Voice of Being
That is married to musical words!
Or something complete in the listener's mind
That finally matters!
Questions swarm at
As scathing as waves in
boisterous.
In the inmost being
The poetic soul swings between
Silence and melody!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem