The fat poet, who never shares,
how dare he keep the words of beauty,
stockpiled, hidden in a quiet corner.
Why, words such as these, must be
shared to those far and near, to those
we hold dear. Don’t vex with me,
you fat little poet, lift of those pages,
so the world will know it.
Your words are full of beauty flare,
all that you have hidden there, will
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem