If you won't read a story
Do read a poem
Let the poet have the glory
And art a home.
Within its four corners
A poem holds emotions dear
For the joyous, the mourners
In equal measure, it is here.
They relay in a few words
Eternal feelings by the pound
Words take flight like birds
Never again to touch ground.
Whether one reads a poem or not
Is a trifle mere
For the poet is an astronaut
Who has gone where others fear.
All poems are immortal
And decay won't touch them
For they open a portal
Into a new realm.
A world made anew
By the poet's pen
Like whom there are few
Now or then.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem