I wake up
Early in the morning
And see in amazement that
Poetry smiles at me,
Whole day I remain engaged in different works,
Still I always feel
Poetry smiles at me,
Eventually at night
When I go to sleep,
I sincerely realise
Poetry sweetly smiles at me,
But why?
Though I think deeply,
The reason is unknown to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry never leaves those who loves the art. It is an eternal relationship. A thought provoking poem well expressed.