He spoke alot,
But in the feweswords
And never missed out the full meaning
He wrote alot
But with a single pen
And he never ran out of words
He thought alot
But with a single head
And he never ran out of his mind
He taught alot
But in one sole way
And that was poetry
When he laid down his pen
He had forgotten to breath
And he was no more yet he lived
Yes in his every poem he was immortal
And he spoke even louder!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem