I meet sniper canadian poetess
I meet banglad translator poet
I meet norwegian, american, arab
russian, german and from carribean
I see the haiku, the free verse
the rhyme monsters
I meet the world - a poem waiting to be written
I meet the poem - a world waiting to be explored
I learn to be humbled with them
with their stories almost everyday
no overwhelming pyrotechnics
no foisting of ecclesiastical truths
and they do seem good enough to me
I see some of pasted faces
in high pixel size
in confidence with national flag
of their own
a perfect tandem with posted name
waving in honest pride
worth noting for
down in our almanac of
magical transition
I read their lines
as night owl critic
put comments and votes
to a great surprise
it is already mine!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
vow! amzing and gutfull write. voted10 surya