Rankling future I see,
In young poets tommorow,
Mountains of sceptics detracting
the young feet,
In the jungle of literature.
I jot my masterpiece,
To claim my deserved place,
Among village nobel finalists!
Is it piracy? is all i get,
And a puckish grin of
'Go to hell'
Take caution poetry teacher,
Neruda, Nyong'o, Elliot
Cast seeds!
Dont kill heirs morale.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have the makings of a great poet. See through the mist, beyond the sun, travel space and time...it is why God blessed you with the human brain.