Wish it were easier to write
some soul stirring songs
poignant, pondering and purposeful.
Wish the poet could mull and munch
on moments of great magnitude
Wish what is gurgled henceforth
holds the promise of a great mind
Wish things would just fall in place
thoughts were moulded into meaningful words
Poetry would then gain momentum
leaving the poet behind
Running its own course
mixing and matching up words
New connotations would arise
new thoughts would then spring forth
The world would be a better place to live
the human souls very incarnations of heavenly spirit
Wish such a day would come
when each soul on poetry feeds
Feeling for the rest, brute and the beast
and those frail delicate beauties of the earth
And those not blessed
but still owning their righteous place on earth
Work then together to bring that day to light
when love shall abound and truth spreads its wings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem