Sometimes it calls me,
Sometimes it doesn't call me,
But I can't feel
The difference between these,
As I myself always run towards it
With my greatest love and affection for it.
An atmosphere in which the poetry blooms and which the poet longs for with his deep love and affection cannot be equated with mundane things. Thanks for this philosophical piece of writing.
Yes, poetry is a passion and get get attracted towards it like a piece of iron towards magnet, Nice poetic expression.10****
A lovely poem that captures the many wonders of Poetry. A well expressed poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The heart of a lover of poetry and literature and the arts! ! ! May you always have good running shoes! ! ! ! Top marks