Allow me to learn to teach relevantly what has been bestowed upon me.
To allergically ignore the norms and follow thy footsteps.
Overcoming materialistic oppressions to acknowledge valor in thy eye.
...Forbidding my tongue to stray away from thy divine wording for disastrous predicament Would await at my forfeiture…
For I am inadequate of all measures for the flesh bind me
Like shackled ankles.
To drag on with miserable pestilence aiming with diligence
To withdraw unto thy shelter with convicting will.
While my trinity float calmly in synchronizing melody with consensus
of pledging my all unto thee.
-Ron Poetry-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, I wrote a poem pledging to give poetry my all! 'Another Tryst with the Beloved' I think it's called. We poets know where our bread and butter comes from- and it's not in coin, is it?