Feeling no pain, mind captivated by musical rhythms of Bruce Springsteen in a delightful melody that is insistent and has a way of capturing intellect.
Opening up floodgates of thoughts, allowing them to be written in lines of poetry for anyone to read.
Settled in a silent reverie in spite of the music and rhythms, giving vent to the atmosphere surrounding this mere poet while writing incessantly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem