Enslaved to this
led by innate desire
Through sleepless nights
Where thoughts play, dance
Upon almost everything
Words and verse exist
If only to fulfil
This poets curse
" Words and verse exist if oly to fulfill The poets curse" Great summation of the life and fate of poets.10 points.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very good poem - the need to write can be such a compulsion and necessity!