With some birds
Some tiny flowers
And some unuttered words
I presented me to you
And apathetically you refused
But my agony was gleaming
On your eye-lids to illuminate me
Anxiously I was only
Counting the pulses of time
Suddenly you expressed aggressively -
'Where is your poem in this exhibition?
What I want might be got from that.'
Believe
I realize a poet in me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
unuttered words..... pulse of time..... perfect phrase to use. well done. you are indeed a good poet with a nice heart and good thoughts to share with all. take care