Retail Market For Poems Poem by Upendra Majhi

I am a poet,
Like all other human beings,
I breathe, I live, I grow in age,
thoughts hunt me,
in sleep and in full wakefulness,
that hunts very few mortals,
I get numbed by that,
by its soft countenance,
by its invisibleness,
by its intangibility,
yet by its encrypted message for peace,
I write down whole day,
even to late night,
As if I live on air, ether like these thoughts,
milk arrive on milk route,
meat arrive on meat route,
poems arrive on what route,
where is the retail market for poems?
spot or forward?
translated from a poem by Arunima Majhi