the joy
of reading poetry
is
the joy
a kin to discovering the first love.
having discovered
you gaze transfixed to
to the tender face
and try
to read meanings
in the ever-shifting eyes,
the same words, the same
juxtapositions but
the lines reverberate with
meanings
is it a chance or
pre-destined,
you gaze and gaze,
you pore and pore,
each time
it throws up more substance
more emotions and
more promise.
you are hooked for sure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and who can disagree my friend.....who can? nice poetry!