Across the paper, the pen trips
squiggles and curves shaping words
characters good and bad
expressions of happiness and sad
puppets on a clean page
toil the hour on their stage
groomed for stardom someday
through the mighty role they play
fighters every one of them
battling through the story line.
8 October 1980
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem