with these final words today I enclose a chapter..
it first began with a revelation..a muse..a poet
a long hour dedicated to a dream,
a minute of creative inspiration
a second which blinded all my senses!
and at the crossroads of life, I realized that
existence is nothing but an ode to melancholy.
I've seen the stage..lots of faces.-what a show!
the velvet scarlet curtains pulled down and up
covering Hamlet and the Queen of Cups..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem