Those gentle, encourging words are
Playing in my head
But they are fading each day
I am still dumbfounded that
You were wise to say that
Because you knew I love poetry
And was good at it
Now, I realised you push in all my pursuits
However, poetry was calling
I wished I didn't felt awkward when I heard them
I am seriously thinking of Giving up poetry, reason you know - Nobody read...Good poem All **
Nice call from a daughter. No way one can leave poetry just like that, they may leave this PH site but will remain poet by writing good poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Encouragement of a father can mean the world. It's great when poetry becomes a part of our life. It must go on and on.