Steady beating, touching the interior of my being,
giving feelings and emotions to tuck into poems as
I am writing.
Rapid rhythms enticing further within self where no
one else can follow and I can be alone, writing what
I think and want.
No distractions nor disturbances, just being myself
and enjoying every moment of it to the utmost, giving
self in endeavors of writing poetry.
Delving into intellect where I can protect myself with-
out worry or strife, living on a perfect harmony and
silent melody alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem