I have somehow managed to compose one hundred and ninety poems,
(not including this one)
over a period of about three years,
on this single website.
My immediate goal is reaching the two
hundred mark. I did not dream of
achieving this goal three years ago.
Maybe I was accomphlishing something right?
I have written both about eternal death,
and eternal life. Bits and pieces
of my life.
Jewels of wisdom not equalling the
wisdom of King Solomon. I have
fought the good fight and
faithfully run the poetic race.
For composing both Christian and secular
poetry, I have acquired a taste.
I lack the technical knowledge of
composing metered poetry.
It continues to remain a poetic
mystery. Who has time to count
syallbales line by painful line.
To count each and every word, and
rhymn every line (or every other line?)
It would take away the pleasure and
satisfaction of poetry composition.
Those in favor of composing technical
poetry for the poetry professionals,
are welcome to! The best of poetic luck
and goodwill to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem