To capture the facts, he has many means
Far, a sculptor can make only sculptures
To rupture the earth, to puncture the seas,
For a poet it has no means
He can figure the love, better with rein
To picture the emotions of the emotional teens
On the other`s hearts, through his verses, he can print his means
A poet can sense the feelings of amoth, the lean
He can travell through the world with his own means,
Even to walk he is lean
He is able to burst up the others
To bring smile on the faces, for a poet, it has no means
Infact he is the eye of everything being
A bud for a rose, to be opened,
A heart for a body, a captain for a team
He can figure the fancies and dreams
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks, no yara! it`s complete, think about the last verse, it will clear all its means.