Let a poem to be born
when thoughts galore
like waves in the river
sing to touch the sea.
my views—my words
my verse—my prose
my lines—my rows
my touch—my rose.
Let a poem to be born
when tides of emotions
goes amok on and on
destined to be shared.
my likes—my pokes
my punch—my pose
my sense—my shows
my victory—my lore.
And a poem was born.. very nice idea to write about.. and it worked!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A quick spark....... you think of a poem... and that thought becomes a poem..... liked it mam