I don't feel like a poem
I am sick tired spiritless
But shouldn't there be a poem
For every human reality?
Shouldn't one be able to make a poem of any and everything?
This line is written with the enthusiasm of someone who has suffered all week long from acute bronchitis-
My God! Such crude but truth absolute to a person who suffers long. Only a poet could translate the pain. Instance. Thanks for sharing. Regards, pranab
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poem is like filled with air. I inhale and exhale. Sometimes I happen to feel scratchy within, then poem comes out. Hoping he or she gets well, and shows me his or hers more...