In deep thought
My head bows...
Wondering whence
Fate of poetry afloats.
Wherefore goes life?
Poetry stray due course
Deafened by negligence born of oblivion
Wandering horizons
wherein lays erudity not.
It once lit the skies
Surrogating hope
And appeasing minds.
Peace borne in its lines,
The joy knitted in its rhymes
Still mystery
In the face of poetry minds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem