He came
At the end,
Everybody blamed,
But he remained silent,
I went to him
And asked him the reason,
He screamed
In extreme pain and agony,
After a while,
He became calm and quiet,
Then he said to me,
"Don't ask me anything,
I don't like such thing,
I am tired of it,
Always remember that
I am a poet,
I love to come and go
According to my own will."
This is a wonderful poem based on poet's brilliant perception! Well penned dear Anjandev...5stars
LONG TYME aaaaaa r u not coming hungry or angry which or witch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am a poet, I love to come and go According to my own will. Nice lines.