Perhaps there is a hidden blessing
In never having really been known as a writer
No curses no hatred no envy
No distortion of views falsification of what one believes
Perhaps it is a special kind of blessing
To have lived and written unknown
Loving the writing for the writing's sake
Loving Literature and longing to be a part of it
Not being flattered or falsely praised
And above all not being hated and cursed
Alone and more alone
Writing in quiet
Going on to the end
Trying to give to others
Sad at having failed
But nonetheless
Not lost in desperation
Happy at the life
I have lived in writing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We all see blessings in a different way. This excellent poem gives us thoughts of this poet's inner say. And opens doors to further thought, in a very fine artistic way.