Casts bright shadows,
Cherishing sweet fruits of wit,
Roots irrigated by wet inks,
On it are branches functioning as mary jane,
Elevating thoughts from dismay,
Boiling blood of the hand that scribbles its elegance,
Its leaves observed under the microscope of the heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The essence and intricacies of poetry are aptly captured in the poem. Beautiful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely encapsulated with insight. Thanks for sharing Ignatius.