When?
Maybe never, Yeah
For that was the responce
of the lords,
Never, save in dreams,
where reality is obscured
They will not grant my entry
as the Visa man keeps the border
They want a lie,
but that, have i not.
In this hell, i send my writ
I figured in my dream
a meeting of writing lords
a company of better minds
the agreement of soulmates in poems
all arond the world
as they bid me come,
But the Visa man will not
because i have learned no tricks
in sly to runnaway like many
to London, America, France, or Germany
keep my sit,
in the company of Poets
if ever i derserve a place
Better minds will make me one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem on love. Love and add 10.