A WEEKDAY WITHOUT WRITING
A day without writing
A fast day with loss of meaning in life
This is who I am
And not what life is for most
Writing has been my life
It still is
It will be always I suppose
Until I cannot do it
Even now writing another prosaic poem
Another poem far from being the poetry I dream
I feel the meaning in the writing- somehow
Without writing Any poem in a day No true poet can live But it's true Poet is the living poetry Poetic silence is the living poetry Poetic sleeping, dreaming, speaking, anything doing is the living poetry..... So without writing anything Poetic taciturnity is the living poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poet feels good whenever he writes beautiful poetry. Writing prose poem is also nice thing. This poem is interestingly penned.