You cannot have a voice
It's always the Author's choice
The consonants and vowels
All conjured from the bowels
Of the naked Third-Eye
Imaginations black dye
You cannot have a voice
In another Author's choice
The style and the theme
Be it true-life, fiction, dream
From the Author's literary womb
And all it breathes, spews, consumes
You haven't any Voice
You however, may critique
If you want, make your noise
Some critiques are quite unique
Just beware, should yours be seen
By an Author vexed and mean
You might be HIS next review
Beat your work black & blue!
FjR-MMXV
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh..i am silent here..speechless I should say