Ay poets
Ay people
Toronto, Canada
Continents, Africa, Asia
I am a camera, microscope
I am a typewriter, telescope
I have and I shall write
Write of leaves and grass
Write of gold, of bronze and brass
Write of the drop, sea-sun as mass
As a poet with grip
I am in charge and will
Write of hate, write of love
Write of snow and the cloud
Write of peace and the wars
Oh I shall and I will
Write of breast
From being a pin-sized
To chestnut and walnut
All the way to the time
That you liked, so did I
And the time that a child
Sucks the milk for the life
I shall leave what I write
For the time as the guide
“This is life in our time.”
Excellent poem! Full of determination about the topics you will write! I am new on this site, may I ask you to comment about my poems, if possible? Thank you.
This is a fantastic write- very thought provoking and timely. The danger is real and imminent. But who cares about it in the global cacophony. Thanks for sharing, Sir.
time to be guide, I like it, thanks. Please read my poems and say something.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Justly brilliant work....