If one may wonder what kind of guy is me
What’s my real face from my faces of poetry
Am I what I write generous and ideal bound
As in real life as in my poems I am found.
Now to tell you the truth put speculations to rest
Am not exactly as I make out not that much honest
My writes bear my yearning for what I aspire to be
But I could not and that regret finds vent in poetry.
A wistful poem with two exceptional phrases.....in my poems I am found... and...regret finds vent in poetry. Poetry allows us to open our hearts in a way no other medium allows. Soul searching.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A frank confession.....! I think you are the spokesperson of everyone here on PH! Great write! !