His emotional intelligence was quite high
Yet when he saw poetic injustice he‘d cry
There were those who thought he was shallow
Because his outlook on life was so mellow
In frustration one day he exclaimed
That his good poet fellows had been framed
In turn his outlook on life was strained
And his emotional intelligence was drained
Alas all good poets must cry
As they look up at the sky
Quietly wondering why
Their poems don’t fly
I am with Khairul, Excellent, .... Intelligent how you have rolled these emotions.
'Alas all good poets must cry As they look up at the sky Quietly wondering why Their poems don’t fly' Excellent! You have spoken my mind. 10/10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem about the reality of poetry.