The tip of its blade rarely punctures
Yet when it makes contact with its intended target
the wordsmith becomes sniper
and a phantom weapon bleeds the heart
with no need for sticks and stones
For the fatality is in the prose
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely train of thoughts encapsulated into a beautiful poem. Indeed pen is mightier than gun, spear, ... A nice piece of poetry, do keep it up and thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.