Poetry is the music of soul
That flows to each and all
Without any discrimination
Free of any prejudicial toll
The finger of an inspiration
Touches strings of sensation
Filling the heart with notes
That are musical in creation
The soul is lost in the sphere
On the wings of reason clear
It floats on the wings of will
To make the humanity cheer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem