Early to work
Late to return
Family duties awaits to attend
I dare to write
I can not pen
When my hands are full
Pen and paper lie wait
Minimises my joy
Poetry is my love.
(Saturday 18th January,2020,1.33am)
In a nutshell, poetry is life and your life itself is poetry! Keep writing dear poet!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love, admire and respect your love and enormous passion for poetry! I felt like making a revisit to this poem! Love poetry and let your life itself be poetry!
Thanks Dr Swain for your encouragement