A debate rocks
If a poet hides himself
Behind his poetry
Or he reveals himself
In a naked mystery.
Many say poets love lies;
And they put them in their art.
And add the color of their skill.
Poets are not like that….
A poet`s poetry is a living diary.
He tells the truth in his own way.
It may look poetic. It may read fantastic.
His poems are his talks; the words of his heart.
He is ever candid in a different way.
His poetry lovers can feel his moods.
The bond between a poet and his poetry
Is like that of a train and rail….
His readers know him more than his family…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem