Someone is there,
Yes, surely there...
In the dark corner,
He thinks
Nobody can see him,
But he is wrong,
I am here,
He is unaware of my great eyes,
Even in the darkest atmosphere, I can see him and feel him with my glorious and impeccable poetic eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ignorant eyes will always be ignorant but wise mind miss none. Poetic eyes sees and always rests in wise mind....insane and gossipers can never hunt it in their wildest dreams also. That's creativity purely difficult to copy. That's why it's. Unique