Poem falls on it's face,
I pick it up,
dust if off!
your not so bad,
it's just me, trying to
do the best I can...
So the Bee does fly away,
and the fly gets squashed,
I think we might be related...
You don't need to be clever
to climb out of your own cage,
and a scribble could mean
absolutely anything to anyone,
so where are we then?
while pointing and heading
the other way...
in a rush, probably,
and I can't get a word out,
without another turning on me...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aha i see! A very very nice poem on d poet's line. I hope u read mine too, im an indian.