The first poem was a wonder
The second was a surprise.
The third poem made me a poet,
The fourth gave me a name and fame.
The fifth poem fetched me a fabulous fantasy
The sixth one was a striving struggle for perfect beauty.
The seventh poem conceived the heaven's serenity,
The eighth one gave me a fly,
The ninth poem lifted me in the sky.
The tenth poem turned a touchstone
Whatever I touched became gold
Life is poetry, poetry is life
A fountain of joy said in a metaphor
What a delicate delight it gave
When I was able to conjure it up and decipher
The journey of the poet in question seems to be a pretty smooth one and quite systematic...But in reality there are so many ups and downs and the poet too has to undergo several tests through fire...some poets do become famous, but many just fade off into oblivion simply because getting famous was not really their main aim...and what about the 11th poem? Has the poet stopped at no.10?
I like the poem...Nice very nice. The ending was good too. I luv this+
Every poet goes thru the same cycle but they differ in fate and experience....Nice one.
The tenth poem turned a touchstone Whatever I touched became gold Life is poetry, poetry is life A fountain of joy said in a metaphor What a delicate delight it gave When I was able to conjure it up and decipher - - -Wow- -such a wonderful poetic journey , expressed so simply , yet so elegantly .
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good lyrics Thanks for sharing You can try my Verses for the Poets