I write what I think
Good and worth writing.
I write in my own words,
In my own style,
On my own land with
The air and water
Here for me.
My language is sweet,
Life is short, though,
Life is bitter, though.
But I am not writing
All about that.
I write for you,
I write for the truth.
While writings I keep
My ideology- all love.
While writings I realize
All the truth
That is in me.
I am in conflict with me,
But I'm clear in concept.
I am showing everything,
I am holding everything
That is fine and that shine.
I want to reach all
With my words, and my words
Are so kind to all and they are
Ready to deliver everything desired.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem