What is the point in composing a poem
when nobody reads it....
what is the justice to the wisdom in the poem
when nobody gives a comment....
that was my state of affairs
for the last four years
I was like the salesman
selling mirrors in a blind area
till the chariot reached me
the chariot of poemhunter.com
for the free flow
of my intellectual capital.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The same condition was mine too sir... Thanks for sharing...
Thank you for cherishing my thoughts...