A poem can hang
Upside down like a bat
Still the poet himself
Walks about upright
There is a poem somewhere
In the scenario where
A chameleon is stretching
His long sticky tongue
To capture a frail insect
Struggling to escape
There is a poem in war
And a poem in peace
There is a poem in water
As there is a poem in the air
There is a poem on earth
There is a poem in space
There is a poem everywhere
There is a poem in every poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem