I want to be a poet,
To scream my feelings out
All my feelings brimming
The words, The passion
Stifled there.
In a tangle of words
I always felt I had it
To use words that sing
To disregard each disaster
Poetry forces me to remember
The things I really should forget.
We are living still.
To see
The heart burning in blazes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really nice poem. The expression and language both are good.