MILLIONS OF UNPUBLISHED POEMS
Millions of unpublished poems
Written by millions of would- be- poets
Wait for their never- to- be- had recognition
And the poets and the poems
Go on in all their unknownness and loneliness
Waiting for the day of discovery
Which will never come.
We are all lost
We are all alone
No one will ever be anything
This poem too goes on the pile
Of endless non-recognition and neglect
Which we feel and speak our way
Through and out of this world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
tRUE INDEED BROTHER.... bUT WHAT MATTER S MOST IS WE EXPRESS WHAT IS IN OUR HEART AND SOUL. THANKS, MELVIN