Do you love poem?
He asked me-
I replied, I love life,
And for me, poem is life,
I love peace, for me,
Love and life tied with the rope,
That rope is poem-
Do you write poem?
I am not trained one,
What I breathe,
That is my write,
It is poem,
I don't say,
They say,
For me, Poetry is my diamond bag,
Where agony pain, grief, worry...
I keep in deep,
Thus, saved the wrinkle of my face,
By Lord's Grace,
Poetry is the shield for me,
To save the world from darkness,
The ignorance
Poetry is the mirror of hope,
In the despair world of darkness..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry is thus many things to all of us! That's why we spend so much time on this endeavour which doesn't bring us any monetary benefits, but returns that are priceless in terms of mental satisfaction! A great tribute to poetry!