In me a poet lived with in,
thinking high and green,
smiling even when self is pouring down,
loosing the terms, but dreaming the crown.....
In me a poet lived in,
depressed and droped for every stains,
writting and explaining its cries,
the pain and its tear introdusing those droped fly....
In me a poet lived with in,
describing the world of love and hate,
under a shadow of respect of being good and even great.,
excepting even the tears,
she badly bears,
still smile in pain of dare...
In me i had a poet lived in,
trys to live the life she belong to,
but who knows,
that whether that world exist,
and if yes wher?
nicely constructed well verse deep meaning and a natural poem go on writing dear friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
though it seems like a prose passage, but good