I find
Nothing beyond poems
And for this
Nothing to feel proud.
When I am
In the arena of my poems
I think it is my heaven
And I am in peace.
Here nothing pain
Nothing pleasure
I think here
I am my fragment
In the shape of poems.
I find in this arena
How beautiful I am
And credit goes to the poems
That the poems kept me here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem