In the pleasant morning of spring,
I try to write
The greatest poetry of the world
Which can entwine different people
Of the entire sphere
With a single thread of brotherhood and fraternity,
But in spite of best effort,
I fail to compose it,
Being tired and exhausted, I give up hope,
After a while I find an anonymous poet
In my refined poetic vision,
Soaring high in the air
With his invisible wings of poesy
And finally he succeeds to depict the best poetry of the world with his divine skill,
I jump in an ecstasy
And I feel it as my own success.
A wonderful free verse dear Anjandev! Thanks for sharing...10+++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fabulous poem Anjandev.The anonymous poet...brilliant idea!