I never mean
That I know everything
Though I am the father of the poem
The words were the fountain
And my mind was too thirsty
At that time the drops had dormant meaning
Now it sprouts out
The feeling has gone running
The slate of my inner- self is as clear as of you
Along with ten people I am a reader
And give you a different meaning
If you do not agree
Apply your intellect
I have nothing to quarrel upon.
Yup! Your are the father of poem as it generated from you heart and developed in you mind. A web of thoughts flowed in you which ended in creating this masterwork. A lovely lovesome and simply awesome poem!
Yup! Your are the father of poem as it generated from you heart and developed in you mind. A web of thoughts flowed ended in creating this masterwork. A lovely lovesome and simply awesome poem!
The father of the poem is the only one that really knows the true meaning of his creation. good write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
apply intellect, good write, I like it.