Sometimes I think
I am blessed than anybody else
As I can write what i wish
And can earn as much as i like
Yet when i open and see my page
I look from top to down
Side to side
Yet nowhere do i find
You are recognized
Sometimes i think
I am very unfortunate
Few millions more
In my bank account I suppose,
Would have been great,
Take into account
From now on
i will sell my poems
And by that money
I will a buy a foreign car
Build a house
And book a hotel
On the occasion
To celebrate poetry
Entry passes
Will be for high and few
I will be with them
I will be with you too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
like this poem......peace