It is poetry alone
Where sentiments are flown
Taken to great height
And focused with delight
Whatever profession you may follow
But mind shall not allow
To sit idle and wonder in isolation
The creativity doesn’t allow any question
It straight way shifts from scene
Some of the hidden emotions are certainly seen
With great sense of appreciation
And way is made open for its revelation
The individual forgets his present status
His line of thinking runs
With no limit to fancy views
It shall be aired and put across
With no limit to fancy views It shall be aired and put across
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a lovely and heartfelt appreciation of what poetry is and what it is capable of doing. It brings out the real beauty of poetry before the reader. Thanks. His line of thinking runs With no limit to fancy views