Poetry is something
You try but get nothing
Try to put words
But nothing more to look on or backwards
It is like mother’s womb
Where likely new born rubs
And rotates to remind
His presence and find
Such is the poetry
That comes ready
From deep heart
And spreads to as an art
It is life’s important part
That you are able to start
In new arena with skill
And present many things at will
Move around
On ground
Without hitch
And you shall reach
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry is something You try but get nothing