not having
touched you
i strum
poetry like
a guitar
to my ribs
less the rigors
of these
flesh
human as
i am i get fed
up and
so i leave everything
from books to
walls
into the gates of
my own freedom
i touch and get
touched
out there......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Proceeding into the gates of freedom is definitely very interesting. An amazing poem is nicely penned.10