Shall I compare thee to a Silverstein
Thou art more serious in thy art
And alas much less acclaimed
He is much loved by all the children gruff
Which with deft words he makes them laugh.
With tall stories about giraffes.
Shall I compare thee to an Edgar
The one that wrote Amanda Lee
Thou art less lyrical than he
He is much loved by lovers
Which with his art he makes them see
How lucky they are not to be parted
As he was parted
From his dear Amanda by the sea.
Shall I compare thee to a Frost
With two roads that cross
Thou art more unsure than he
When you are writing poetry
He knew there was no way back
When he took that track.
So many read his prose
About the fateful road he chose.
No you are not like them
You are clearly a new poetic gem
Yet to unfold your prose
And all the beauty that it holds
So please don’t put down that pen
Until you write as good as them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem