A warn flashes on the screen
as I inscribe poetry from my brain
in an internet cafe near the hospital
where I use to relax if I feel sentimental
its when I am filled with emotional tides
that dictates the flow of my poetic vibes
The phrase ' last five minutes'
has effected sort of life's limits
that time can be cut off short
and washes away joy of sort
like the poem I write to express
that can't be finished if suppress
This critical time makes me rush
to beat the five minutes in dash
which activate my instinctive creativity
to extract all thoughts with candid relativity
when all impulses within me are set as entry
and being pooled into one essence of a poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem