my friend from Germany
who figures life in his computers
wonders why
do poets write in hexameters
etcetera
as though ideas have to be
put inside
a box
wrapped in rhymes to become
presentable
he feels that the poet
is choking the ideas
in the sweetness of his
words
i told him, i agree
i added, we have the same feelings
though, i keep
my own poetic stand
that poetry is an expression of
a strong emotion
stronger than Samson with his longest hair
stronger than Obama of the United States of America
and it is so varied like the sands of the shore
so intricate like one's own situation unshared
an embroidery of experience
in one page of the
hidden self,
it has no cage, no box, not even a frame
it is the wind,
and i myself, have never seen it
structurally
all molecules, and atoms and neutrons
much more like it
ah, neurons, all neurons
electrifying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem