Does He write?
They don't believe,
But I believe
He writes, surely writes
From the brightest corner
With His impeccable ink,
Which we never see with our open eyes,
But we can feel it with our great conscience.
No one can escape from His meticulous eyes,
He is always dead right in His judgement,
Poetic Justice is the soul of His acumen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem...a little bit difficult to whom you address.... thanks