Poetry is like talking
With your best friend
But I do not have any
Let alone a best one
To talk about him
I am myself a friend
To keep the flow
I play with his head
And heart out
I talk with myself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thought within like jinny as u rub so u utilise though unseen but uneyed u can see with eyed open.....gloom