The star of heaven comes;
Unnoticed and unseen
Disturbs and arrests
Until it delivers
Bitter-sweet verses
Into the soul it nails
Passion and pleasure
All seen lost in its magical spell
Like a storm-swept flower
Soul seeks liberation from its spur
But to escape from this blazing light
Without a mind quicker
Without an art creator
I never hear of souls
Set free from its prisons
Though childish I tug myself
Time and again
Only to see lost
With this art divine
Again and again…………….
Yes it is madness but it is intoxication you can not be free from............very nice reading
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem on poetry. Very true said, I think that's why many poems are on way....Loved reading it, as I am too one among them....