Art is nothing but hardship and struggles
The wound of my flesh and with its jagged blade
Fists of my spirit and its hard juggles
Earth to earth in its clay formative made
Fate in its propositions and well being
Building the barrage that is left behind
To each expectations try out and seeing
Something to produce give of and find
It is the heart and the true circling peak
To every emotion build by man
Efforts in knowing something is there
Worthy its making in knowledge to seek
Showing fortune what adversity can?
If you give everything - to its fare
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem