Pain takes over
Poets create land
And make friends
Nobody is enemy
But all live brotherly
Poets work
Not only with words
But on real imagination
That takes them to human relation
There is passion
And also compassion
For human sufferings
And that of well being
It is said
And rules are not laid
The sun may have restriction
But not the poet's imagination
Poet knows
How feeling grows?
Why pain takes over human body
And starts praying an almighty
We are made of clay
Still say
We are committed to spread
Fragrance and lead
We are made of clay Still say We are committed to spread Fragrance and lead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
welcome madan gandhi