When tables are turned...
I write, I do...
But nothing to prove...
Just to state, ''I am a Poet''...
By feelings, by words and by fate...
Yes, I am a Poet....
I don't let my visions die...
I don't let the dew dry...
But I don't know why...
May be I know the answer..
Pain in my heart, tears on paper...
A creator, I am a Poet...
By pen, by paper and by fate...
Yes, I am a Poet....
Boundaries are imaginations...
My passion draws my attention...
I live in my every single fraction...
Hence, I will never die...
I have created an universe...
Of my words and sentence...
A heart that is away from hate...
Great enough to be a poet....
Don't know who I am...
I write, yes I do...
But nothing to prove...
Just to say, ''I am a Poet''...
By smile, by heartache and by scarlet...
Yes, I am a Poet....
By feelings, by words and by fate...
Yes, I am a poet....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem