and when the artist speaks
through the deft brush strokes
on the canvas
through the chipping chisel
on the marble, soapstone
through the songs about all the wrongs
through the prancing lines
the prancing lines of bitter-sweet poetry
that soothsayer i hear
'caesar beware the ides of March'
let those that have ears hear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice thought provoking poem with rhythm of profundity. Great work! Thanks for sharing.
thanks bro