I'm not in a mood
to pour my emotion.
Because, she told
that, and he tells this,
can't fill my page
with thought rubbish.
When, the poem
will run and run
after my steps,
I'll pick up,
the moon and
not the six pence.
Six pence is meagre amount but the moon is every thing for the thought
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! Tough talk! 'When, the poem will run and run after my steps, I'll pick up, the moon and not the six pence.' That's it! Beautifully said!