I am nothing,
But simply a poet,
Who smiles,
Who cries,
According to
His own choice.
A poet
Not by choice,
But by birth.
I am nothing,
But a natural poet.
No word
No language
No line
Can check me
Anywhere.
They all
Love me
And salute
My choice.
My smiles
My cries
Are as natural
As the air
And water
Of the jungle.
I know
Jungle is the only
Place where
All mangal*
Is there.
I am not a poet
As you think me
But a simple man
Full of love
And devotion,
I know my own
Limitation here.
* mangal- welfare
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And great writing with this simplicity....Liked it....10+++