Blindly I sit browsing emails and read matters;
No idea seems to strike me to venture on poem.
Not knowing anything at first I start writing;
But many a time worthwhile poems I have made!
Unexpectedly I find many comments for poems
That are not actually satisfying my taste often!
What I like is not at all even read by many...
It has happened many a time and yet I go on
Writing poems of my taste and sans any idea too!
Likewise I have written hundreds of poems
And many of them are also branded as wise, etc.!
The spring of poem from my heart has stopped
And the little bit that oozes out sometimes has fun
For many readers making me stupefied to write further!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem