I write because of this vain test,
You put me through without a rest,
Challenging me as if a bet,
To pit forward unrehearsed set,
Of epic writing mine intense;
So I do so in your presence.
Not to give credit to this bout,
But to clarify every doubt;
Even while on this wheel-like chair,
Full of alloy, enchanting fear,
I siphoned grand rhythms unknown,
To your vast mind, cliff note - "siphon".
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such a nice start, Ugochukwa. Read my poem Love and L u s t. Thanks