Words do not stick to my mind
Or cling to my heart
In fact they are my enemy
I am misled by them
And whatever I utter
they are merely sounds
People take them as noise
But I am very passionate
To write wonder poetry
Without pen, without words
With all the colours of a flower
By smelling all emotions
And pour them on my canvas
From the brush of my heart
To become a poet
Though I am deaf and dumb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
By getting all the taste of love By eating petals and pistils These two lines do not go well with the doings of a 'wonder poet'.