When they crown me a poet they once yearned me to be
engulfed by pretty words of my own hard work
that will make some smile and sooth broken hearts
Then I'll long to be the poet I wish to be
About the crimson dress she wore in our first date
her tender and innocent smile that created in me the urge to write
About her majesty walk that makes me stand and stare for a while
I won't praise them... when I'll be the poet I wish to be
I won't be searching for words, they will be flowing like Nile in me
They will decorate the path I'll be taking as a treasured poet
less murky, scented with poetic natural fragrance
While stars dance for a happy night, the full moon will keep us safe
by then....
I'll see the world with my inner eyes that are strong in vision
They'll see beauty in presence of my ugly and scary smile
I'll be like magnolia, lovely and watered for a glory day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved it! A refreshingly new poem. :)