Deep in my mind there's a glittering jewel,
Pretty but of little worth.
And others might mark me for a fool,
As I work so hard for its birth.
But its value can't be measured in cash-
(No one makes money from verse.)
Rather it's judged by the size of the splash
That it makes in the word universe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem