Maps are true to place and scale,
Cameras to outer form;
Paintings tell a purblind truth,
But poems lie.
The map might chart itself,
The lens might focus inwards,
The painting turn towards the wall;
The poem has no outside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem has no outside- , how true ! 1A poet's emotion is the very basis of a poem.What he feels, how he is affected by the inner and outer world is the source of his poem.Thanks for sharing a beautiful poem.