New thought comes in my creative mind,
This thought is great indeed,
I decide to write the old thing with it,
But the thing itself loves its old soul very much,
So the thing pleads me earnestly not to depict it anew,
I sincerely feel its refined emotion,
Eventually I give up the new thought.
Every thought that comes into mind must be ascertained and weigh as regards their importance. An interesting poem well conveyed.
You must control your own thought and not let them control you! : ) : )
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tug-of -war between the two is age old thing, nice poem.5*****