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
Lovely poem. Where do the ideas for writing a poem come from. A probing question. ****thoughts hunt me.... numbed.... by its encrypted message for peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Where is the retail market for poems? Nice question. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.