I want to write, black and white,
All flights of inner fight;
I want to hold random thoughts,
Post them in right port.
Churnings, heavy, burning bright,
Ideas get caught in net
Appear in words in sentences set
As poetry from the heart.
Thoughts deflect in the fog of smoke,
Diffract to diverse shades;
Heart finds the truth ‘neath the cloak
And dresses it in words.
Thoughts meet words; words, mood,
Phrases spring in speed
In rhythms and rhymes to meet need,
And harmony as its creed.
Poetry like cream melts within,
Delicious and sweet;
No intellectual grind, hard strain,
It dissolves in heart.
Thoughts like ocean in endless waves
Me oft strike to write;
Knowing not why and how it fares,
I choose a streak to indite.
Step by step new flashes strike
To my utter shock;
Invisible eyes guide to look
New angles rock-like.
Word by word and line by line
Thoughts in endless train
Come to life in string of tune
In harmony’s fine refrain.
I decide indeed to write poem,
That alone is my task;
Once I begin, contents, frame,
Move on own tack.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem