Years been passed by,
I now know the loss of my intellect;
I had missed for not using my skills
and the amount of work I would
have encompassed through the years.
I do regret. Yet to my salvage the
poet is back whom I refrained long back.
Even he, quite a gentleman in nature
who never vexed me with any of the thoughts
that wandered my wild mind or would I say
Wasn’t there anything that struck my sense to pen or
wasn’t there anything inspiring my loose ken;
or wasn’t I enthuse enough to access the passing notions; either of which may be, yet I lost a great deal of work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem