When I don't
have money,
then I shouldn't
try to be a poet
Even I wouldn't
think about love!
I turn the bitter
into honey,
but other's eyes
ignore me first
and make me upset,
They don't
care what I have!
If I would like
to be kind
and love others,
then people mind
me and laugh
behind my back.
They take some
advantages
of my sympathy
and address me
as a foolish person.
But who always
inspire me
they're my soul
and my heart!
I'll always pen my words
and sing for everyone!
A Poet's richness is not measured by material wealth but by the wisdom he imparts to humanity.
A wonderful poem that capturea the essence of being a Poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well realization, , ,