Poets write,
And Poets suffer,
Ink their blood,
And Pen their swords,
Words are birds,
That freely flutter,
And their poems,
Freedom's roads.
Nicely done. I especially like the reference to ink as the blood of the poet, and the pen as the sword. Thanks. Please read my latest two: 'The Best Poem Ever' and 'The Beggar'. Thanks again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One of the bests poems ever. I am left speechless by your words.