the poet and the subtext
were walking hand in hand
an audience awaited them
and both thought that was grand
I love a public reading the erstwhile poet said
as they strolled along the strand
the presence of readers and writers
thrills me to no end
I love that play of wordy wit
on which we all depend
I just want love said subtext
oh please, please be my friend
there is no purpose greater
that sanguine poet cried
than lifting up the people
from the holes in which they hide
I just want praise sobbed subtext
before I've up and died
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing poetic expression is done with perception...10
Thank you, Kumarmani.