A poet can see,
What others do not.
Being the creator,
the poet knows,
food turns in to saps,
then blood, then flesh,
then nerve, then bone,
then marrow and then seed.
The poet, being the creator,
knows, when seed is shed,
new life comes in to being.
The poet can control himself
and create his own world
by the practice of his writing.
By the power of his writing
the poet can control nature,
and the poet can make nature
dance to his tune.
By the power of the poet,
The flower can bloom in barren lands,
The line of death can be crossed
with the help of poet's intelligence
and courage that is there in his creation.
It is the poem of love and
it is the revelation of truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, ours eyes are everywhere seeking for peace. thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.