I am a little guy in the poet's world
I learn and burn from the poems heard
I can't recite without your cite
I owe my mind before your height
I feel my sense in your word
I bath myself within ballad
I am a little one before your bed
I want to sleep always in third
I am blessed in your curse
I will never mind it is unjust
I will step miles in the poet's road
I always praise to the creation code
Copyright @ Dr. Bedadyuti Sahoo (Dt: 25.02.2020)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem