Who notices
The life of a poet,
Who weaves a Poem
Using their own scorching memories
Who notices
The words of their poem
That cries their
Deep innermost worries
Who notices
The emotions of their poem
Painted using the different colours
Obtained after grinding their heart
Who notices
Their life's crucial moment
Sown together using the
Thread of their nerves
Who notices
Or care to notice
The hidden conversation spoken to
A true friend that never existed, or will ever care to exist,
In the form of a soulful poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem