They say it that poetry is a dying art today,
Why do you write poetry,
What can it give?
Poetry is a dead art,
Why do you write poetry,
What is it in poetry?
Poetry if not dead is dying,
Who writes poetry,
The impractical and idle-seeking persons?
Just the ghosts and goblins of the dead writers
Hold dialogues with
And haunt the practitioners.
The practitioners of this black art,
Doing hocus-pocus
Just do the planchette.
Poetry is a dying art,
You practise it not,
What can poetry give to you?
poetry is dying art! is it really? But we are writing whatsoever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry will not die it lives and goes forward up to the write up is there. A beautiful poem.