I want to write something
But know not what to write
And how to write and for
Whom to write and when to write
Know not in which language
I am to write and in which way
My writing is to be placed.
I know nothing and I am writing
Not like it, I am writing fully well
That I am writing for You only
And writing now with the help of
My own language that is understandable
Everywhere and by everybody at any time
And for this I am writing day and night here.
Like this poem. Have felt this way many times! As I stare at that blank white page!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are writing day and night with great intensity and purpose. Keep going dear poet.