A poet is a fighter…
Who fights against
The all kind of odds
Without any weapons
Or the punishing rods
A poet in an explorer…
In this imperfect world
The faults are inevitable
The poet picks the holes
And gives them a label
A poet is an observer…
The magic of his words
Is visible over us all
He praises the virtues
To avoid a moral fall
A poet is an instructor…
Vices lie everywhere
Whether hidden or visible
The indication of the poet
Is the armor of the capable
A poet is a wanderer…
In fact his soul travels
Freely in the universe
He takes infinite forms
With his every new verse
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am here in every new verse, my dear poet, go on..