Oh! What I jot isn't
Verse - What if it's a myth, truth,
novella, drama
prose and philosophy stand
singly or rolled into one.
Call it as you wish
fiction and fact yet in my
cottage met, to bear
a fable just as 'spiders
spin a fine web' oh yes!
Yup! I ride a horse
poetic without tracing
trodden paths but new
hunting routes - stand I nowhere
still my buck fascinates all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Keep rocking poet hari.