I found my passion
I found my calling
I found my creativity
I found my skills
At the literary planes of aesthetic
Where am to feast with men of the pen
Whose pen never cease to ink
As it bleeds with thoughts of imaginations
Imaginations drawn from the well ofcreativity
Thus have being chastened into the abode of humanities
And have being invited priestly to dwell in the tents of Arts
That I may beautify the beautified universe
With the creativity and inking penof my thoughts
At the literary planes of aesthetics
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem