I’m Miss Anonymous.
A nameless,
A big invalid,
A mute,
In the world of word.
I’m no rose.
In the shape of lotus.
I look no good.
No smell of elite.
I’m rustic,
I’m wild,
Very wild.
With my senile scent
And-
Uncanny flavour,
I’m just a wild bud
Blooming in the bush.
Good expression Bakuli Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
An anonymous poets scented words flavors the readers as well as a royal treat
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Expressing the initial doubts that trouble every new poet.Beautiful poem.Thanks for sharing.