They say poetry is a fashion
But I say it is a deep passion
They say poetry is jumbled
But I say it is purely humbled
They say poetry is waste of time
But I say it is a sweet rhyme
They say poetry is crop of craze
But I say it is a hidden blaze
They say poetry is heap of stones
But I say it is a leap into unknowns
They say poetry is thoughtless act
But I say it is a self made pact
They say poetry is work of idlers
But I say it is a pilgrimage of thinkers
They say poetry is flight without wings
But I say it is a bird that sings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rhythm and alliteration, thoughts and facts and a lot of observation and sequential pondering are here, Mathurji.