Strikes at heart the sudden striking thought,
in a flash of words with rhyming sounds.
With gold and glee, the lines can't be bought
and sleepless are the poets by these good hounds.
When the born souls by these lines are struck,
flurries of words, drizzle from above.
The flow of strain we aren't bees to suck
but there revel who they fall in love.
These lines make the poets for hours to weep
and exalt them to earn praise and name.
The readers taste the sweet meaning deep
and be free of faults as they feel shame.
Striking lines burst at heart like fresh springs
and take the poets to the realm of bliss.
Drink the wine of music the poet brings
and the kiss of poesy, you don't miss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the kiss of poesy, you don't miss.- - - -Really. Very nicely envisioned. Words choice is good. Deep feeling. Thanks for sharing. Keep on writing dear sir.