A poem is a petite babe
that has all charming niches
and alluring sea like chasms...
When I read or write one myself
I am rocked by her tsunami waves.
A poem is like a widow mother
who has pored through the pages of sorrow
and has read out to her future walking sticks.
A poem is a solo violin, not that of Nero`s
that once relished devilish inferno,
but a lover of solitude draped soliloquy.
A poem is a pot of pampered bubbles
that holds the beaming bliss in her belly.
A poem is a poet`s choicest open page
that ventilates the inside boiling rage
and plays a messenger for an errand`s wage!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem