Alone,
small room.
Hot and cold
lonely.
Empty
All
except
for
My thoughts,
a pen
And
a notebook,
So, I begin to...
Write.
Let you write from the heart. Not for the poet but the poem carries the true innerself. With motherly love from lago lago.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good u write u know pen is always mightier than the sword -10 anjali