Poetry is a perennial stream
a poet swims and swims
dives and drowns;
in sun, rains and nippy cold
in full glee like one nerd swimmer;
buffets the excited waves
and relishes the ongoing liaison
with the eternal virgin stream- - -
drowned and again popped up
in the weird custom of love
every morning, noon and night
and mingles with the restless flow
into an intrinsic, loyal stream- - - -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. Keep it up