The poem emerges from heart
in the form of an art
No one knows where it will lead to
But certainly with best way through
What makes man to write?
Even if he is not poet
Why can’t he keep quiet?
And later on simply state
This is unanswered question
When comes to the concern
That is eating away soul
And makes to revolt with call
So you long you are alive
The hope shall revive
Some means to live
Draw on canvass, write with passion or silently believe
With each emission and count of breathe
Pain, agony and fear ends with death
The poem automatically gets shape
In mind and finally steps on page
The poem automatically gets shape In mind and finally steps on page
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, every one wants to write his story of happiness and stories of sorrows, story of love or betrayal.It is a different matter that all can not express them in words.Poems or writings make those stories live beyond their lives and through generations like in epics.A great write on writing.