These days I'm writing for the few
I don't think it's something new
But what I have to do.
The words I scribble,
It is my mind they dribble.
They are for heads that understand
I write them sealed with codes
I don't need a picture for a hint
For these words are a picture themselves
More like da vinci's mona lisa
He wrote words in pictures
I paint picture in words.
These codes, let the wise decipher
But that will take a believer.
If I write down the words,
Know, I've painted a portrait
It's pasted in that ink
View by the mind's eye
And you won't need my selfie
Nor another camera shot
If I write down the words,
I've given you a picture
Every line is like a color
Only the mental eye will see
The beautiful illumination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
my selfie - poems and handwriting may say a lot about a person! there is even such a science,