How long shall I burn myself to spread
The fragrance of my heart?
How long shall I burn myself
To lit you up?
Oh, my dear poems
Please grow up.
Be effulgent and
Radiate your words.
In the desert I will sow
The seeds of words
Through your rain of rhythm
You grow them up.
Break the walls of
That aphotic ocean
Through the fountain of words
Bring a new revolution.
You be the storm, of my two wings,
Even in my countable days I may blow like extreme.
I, a poet, will always spark
Like the light of HIM
You, my dear poem, through you rhythm
You will chanting His Hymn.
The idea of a poet/poetess talking to own poems is brilliant! Wonderful! The words are so nicely chosen, I as a reader, am highly impressed. May the celestial rays from the Almighty always keeps enlightening the poetess and her poems. May God bless you.
Really good poem..I really like it while reading Thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Through the fountain of words Bring a new revolution. Yes, Poets can bring a new revolution! Words have such power and when aided with rhyme and rhythm, they become delightful and get speedy entry into human hearts! Lovely write!