She doesn't like my poems
Neither do I
I write to express
Never burying those feelings.
Let it float in these lines
Those scattered letters are wandering
carrying my pain, tears and smile
Who said poems are to be beautiful
Have you ever asked someone about the beauty of your tears?
But tears are beautiful- The crystal clear tears
I write, therefore i am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem