I eat and drink poetry
Poetry is in my blood, my soul
It flows through my heart
In the evening when I feel romantic
and think she does too
I tell my love to serve love poems
Not necessarily of Ghalib or Neruda
They could be by anyone, even by Ravi
When I am down
I want to be alone in solitude
I snack on sad poems
and find company.
And when I get lost
Don't know who or what I am
All day I drink Rumi
He pacifies my soul.
I cannot live without poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Different moods are expressed in poetry, without which a poet is incomplete.. Well penned