Not my job
Friday, December 15,2017
11: 43 AM
No one can rob
Or make probe
Into my writing
With intention ofbadly commenting
I accept my drawbacks
And stake
No claim for being partial
It is quality of an individual
I have chosen the path of poetry
That I could find an easy path to an almighty
I feel pulse of divinity
And find standing at the heavenlygate
I might have killed my own conscience
If I had remained committed to tense feelings
I carved out an unknown domain
Where I foundgolden chance to air views and remain
Many find roses fragrance
When they read at once
I Find their favour
And certainly, share the joy
It is honour bestowed
And allowed my presence
In their heart
For writing straight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is honor bestowed And allowed my presence In their heart For writing straight