I have never left my country
to see beauteous lands far away,
I know how it is during summer
but not when autumn or winter,
I have met foreigners right here
but not in their lands over there,
I am nonetheless quite happy
though everything like this may be;
Many have seen a part of me,
not bodily but through poetry,
I know with their 'like, ' though silent,
through whatsoever they comment,
no like or comment means not least,
the Facebook has a “Seen by” list,
critical comments one may say
will not work to undo my day,
to improve my craft I will learn,
to make people, for it, to yearn,
to reap awards I never will,
my heart is the book I will fill,
people who saw, see what I wrote
my heart will forever take note.
February 24,2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem