I am not a poet
But a vessel, a vase
The empty page of a book
Awaiting to be filled
The silence of a thought
Broken and completed
I am not a poet
But a speaker by chance
Words follow words
As I pen them down
Type face visions
Of worlds and emotions
Sometimes I overlap them
And in print
I await my own verse
Impatient to discover
I I am a poet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem, written with a humble pen, great work here
Thank you at times i have doubts on my poetry and ability to write and tried to capture that in this write