PH of PH
He lives in his round hut
His heart immersed in poetry
In day time he sits under a tree
The music of the birds evoking poetic rhythms
At night the cicada and crickets his companions in the muse
His soul draped in solitude
When it rains he hears poetry
The pata pata of the raindrops soothing his spirits
He is the PH of PH
Poet Hermit of PoemHunter
C.210105
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Varsha. Many people dont understand why we write poetry. Makes me feel like a hermit alone in poetry land on PH
Hemit is a crafty creature....when in trouble just moves in and when all fine enjoys...so poets are like that....so keep penning