Are you a poet?
We know poets are mad.
Whether you are
Mad or not
That we can't say.
But we fear the poets
And we want to stay
Far away.
Let us shoot the poet,
As the poet is writing
All relating to our works
And telling the world
All secrets.
Who has made the poets
That we know not,
The poet is eating
Sitting sleeping going
And coming with us.
Words are the truth brush,
Experience- the bullet
And the poet goes with it
At every moment.
Good things -
The poet has his own fragrance.
And we all like it,
Painful, though,To digest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An excellent write, Gajanan...10++++++