I am not big, see
I have no confidence
In my intellectual power
My mind is bankrupt.
I am mean but my
Aspiration is pitched too high
I crave for nectar but I have
No means to procure butter milk.
Good poet forgive me
And read my childish poems
With delight as I prattles
In lisping accents.
But what I am telling
That is truth and there is love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poet forgive me And read my childish poems With delight as I prattle In lisping accents. But what I am telling That are truth and there is love. I appreciated these lines the most, they sum up how I feel about my poetry at times. It may not be award winning, but it's my truth.